she took the bus
to where we met
and was carrying a small
suitcase
at the end of
her long skinny arm.
whenshe told me her name was Trixie,
i checked
my back
pocket to see if my
wallet was still there.
her lipstick
seemed to be permanently
smeared.
but she had great eyes,
green like a cat
and skin.
milky white. not a single
piercing
or tattoo
was anywhere
that i could see.
a tiara sat on top of her head.
something inside of me
though,
told me,
it probably wouldn't last.
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