pretty artist

here’s what she said
*artist*
that’s unusual in an online dating profile
i gave her a heart
we met for cocktails at a bar near the wharf
vodka martinis
not my favorite but effective
back at her studio
things began to unravel
the place was a mess
no electricity or water
i think she was squatting
she had the key
but there was not a hint of recent activity
except on the bed
beneath the high windows
it had begun to rain outside
san francisco
i didn’t want to walk home
i had not brought a coat
i can tell you
her lovemaking
was a lot like her flat
inactive and dusty
regret settled in as the storm grew stronger
pounding the windows over the bed
as if they might break
killing us both with shards
rescuing us from an uncomfortable future
musing death
rather than any ongoing connection
i wanted to leave
the place was cold and buckets
sang the song of loneliness and leaky windows

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