she stood moody
under the white
light above
your front door and
wanted to lean in
to kiss
sulkily you let her
try and
you sat together
on next door’s
bench
smoking cigarettes and
she talked about the
people she hated
you stared at her
red pointed shoes and
wondered how you
could get her
into bed without
trying and
she drank the last
beer in your badly
lit kitchen
you touched her and
she let you
play the mars volta in
the bedroom
while she undressed and
left the room early
next morning black
hair tucked into black
scarf