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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)

Jac Jenkins

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