Jac Jenkins
One red shoe fallen
alone," she says slightly lisped
tongue-studded and he slips into listening
to the taste of it.
He buys her a drink
Hendrick's on ice the expense of it sliding
from his wallet into a twin-walled glass.
Electric twilight smokes
across her cropped hair he longs to inhale
hold the hit buzz stroke.
What colour her dress
flamed over her fullness too bold to be
but red just red.
His hand wonders
slinks between her breasts tranced by fancy
he shifts on the stool.
He buys her a drink
Hendrick's on ice the small pill sliding
from his palm into a twin-walled glass.
She shifts on the stool
one red shoe fallen from a foot cast
says slightly slurred "I want
First published in Geometry (Issue 5, Autumn/Winter, 2019
Also in Moon Too Heavy (2025)