I.
Bags and boxes packed
in a seven-seat taxi.
It’s time to go home.
II.
The moon sulks with me –
too overcast for stars, so
we’re alone tonight.
III.
We all love drama.
This is why we find ourselves
slamming doors in rage.
IV.
A second of doubt,
as the spinning top wobbles.
Is it just a dream?
V.
“Watch your step, my girl.
It’s a long way down from there
and you’re alone now.”
VI.
Are cracks in pavements
the result of angered girls
wearing stilettos?
It’s a possibility
I think you should consider.
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