Layers of straw
Keep the rain out
But the stone walls
Do little to keep out the cold
And so the outside finds it’s way in
the elastics, the heels, the chic MaryJane style —
dancing in heels
was something I thought I’d never do
-
standing in you felt so foreign
In an old tray
Of assorted items
Nuts, bolts and broken erasers
Lies a singular candle
In all it’s plasticky-pink glory
