You burst straight through my front door
I was waiting upstairs
nervous
pretty girls do that
You had black nail polish on
black skirt
red top
soft blonde strands pulled back
we walked down the hill
smoking skinny cigs
seeking your brass knuckle purse
and college delirium talk
We hit the bar
margarita night
perfect
you confessed high school sadness
drug dealings
while turned heads
mine included
I listened
fascinated
I downed my margs
two at a time
some tea for you
We played games
and i listened
while looking at your eyes
it was great
Time to walk back
steep hills
no consequences
we arrived
talked money laundering banter and smoked a bowl
I walked you to your car
planted a big kiss
then another
and another
It felt good
No it felt great
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