Night City Beat

i. working

chipped pink polish 
tired eyes framed in running
mascara              night shift 

the cocktail of life 
catches warm and sticky in 
red lace, rinse. repeat

ii. drinking

train blares as city 
bus blows past. “One mo’ step
and I was almost gone!”

iii. we are all suicidal

streets catch light, the stars
have thrown for 
millennia - 
who will catch me?