Trash can lids

She leans from the brick window--

"Oh! Hah. I see you there;

you darling sneak."

Cans clatter

rain spatters

her head,

full of lost libido and lime soda.

"Come up, come up,

we'll have cakes and curries and pies,

and I'll teach you how to find fairies in the wall-cracks."




Well, then,

(she says in her head)

It must be another

I'm dreaming.

Slams the window shut.

Cherries roll in the gutters

and the cat in the trash can

mutters about old women

and scars.

The End

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