Strangeness and Charm

There’s only one thing I know of
that can hurt you

I love girls with lipstick
and matching fingernail polish
and black hair with green eyes and the New Yorker,

on a fake café table
with slice of foreboding,
pecan pie and a cup of espresso
and endless stream of airships
from Coalbrookdale

This longing fills my much needed void,
the room I never knew existed