paper and feathers, or what happens when we meet?

stompin' my feet in high heeled shoes

to whatever music is playin'

i can't remember

swingin' you 'round my waist

hollerin'; laughin'

singing (shouting) rilo kiley

and beatles songs in the streets,

we always forget the words

and show tunes, i'm a theatre kid,

i say. makin' up characters

in the cab; on the street corner.

gettin' drunk on free wine from

art galleries and gettin' kicked

out of parties.

takin' pictures of allie's nests,

wood and paper and feathers

and your hair all woven 'round

the window and foggy winter

window, lily smokin' spliffs,

her ponytail up high; so high.

lookin' in windows, the girl

in the red dress smilin'; talkin'

waking up across town,

catchin' buses with whit as the

sun rises with long shadows

on the downtown sidewalk,

and the holes in my tights

carryin' my heels in my

hands watchin' the sun rises.

oh, it rises.