In Chicago,
I met a tiny blonde
who says nigga a lot.
She definitely licks windows
but she is cute,
and probably a pragmatist at heart.
When we met she propped her cigarette
in her belly button
just to write my number on her scarred wrist.
Later, buried above ground
we fucked in her office
and listened to The Antlers.
Then we held hands
across rivers
and made dinner in studios.