Found an almost used up perfume bottle
tossed near the bus stop
by the third grass fence we improved-
mentally-adding Christmas lights and candy canes.
multi-colored. all-white. confused.
like those phantom flavored skittles.
She tried to teach us to spit colors, but
we just spit brown, the color of
Averna.
Sister, cousin, baby, filly
Crazy Stallion malt liquor that we drank
under the boardwalk
where we named the sleeping homeless
and all the transient cats.
I didn't know if I liked you at first.
By the end of the night you were
slapping my ear.
The next morning you were asking me to
stay. It's August, but you're June.
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