A new stilted walk in plum, forty dollars you'd have rather
spent on the fruit. Shadows and smiles and a seedy bar along
old haunts, dotted with stones. You feel every one, a princess on peas,
big toes butting up against long steps down a dark alleyway:
the full moon blushing behind the lone patch of clouds,
fluorescent lights fluttering like moths' wings, morse code for
a city that people's hearts leave behind before they move in.
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