empties his urn of stars.
Take in the dark.
The moon, air in his cheeks
floats to us
lights the kebab Shop tussle
a teen in the gutter
gardens, a pergola aglow in the 1am silver of summer
where the homeless stretch out and behind
the Crown bar
blue-lit love is mojitos and One Fifty Lashes.
Keep up girl.
A grimace of police on the train,
interconnecting steel pellets greet the platforms
a diesel hiss, we are shy travelers, Saturday night
on public transport is sketchy for women
in any town, in any dress, there is always that one man (or group)
with the black Adidas bag, slick look, sweat smell
greased and ready
we ignore to avoid violence.
Stay in your own orbit.
The walk home quickens like breath
over there – with the blue denim cutoffs
house keys between her fingers
she empties her stomach behind the parked car.
Women are taught to love and fear dicks
because fear breeds obedience
it is easier to sell Prada to obedient women.
(you begin to wonder if progress happens)
Andromeda with a bow
Orion’s chalk outline on the interstellar tar.