where the newly plain walls smelled
of Pear Glacé,
a heavy lotion I’d steal
and lather over my legs,
stretched across celadon carpet
that reeked of sneakers worn without socks.
my city, my rules
where the newly plain walls smelled
of Pear Glacé,
a heavy lotion I’d steal
and lather over my legs,
stretched across celadon carpet
that reeked of sneakers worn without socks.