She wanted a clean
slate so she let herself
get dirty. Sunlight hid her
pale face and dark
intensions, gave her
the momentum
she needed.
He watched her grin
and sip her beer bottle, eyes
hidden by mirrored glass. He wondered
if they were green, brown
or blue, maybe something
else. He hoped they were
blue, but then she
slipped away.
Later she sat on
stone tiles, her back
against a brick wall
in an alley, somewhere
dark. She ran
her index finger
along the moon’s
curve. She heard
footsteps, let her insides
churn and waited.
