Justice

I guess it’s true that I didn’t meet you in the winter.

It was the cool of spring-summer evenings; the air tinged with a hint of resentment; the walk of a girl trying to get noticed; the honk of a stranger in the parking lot; the sight of you, in a long, black, wool coat, on the street where I pass you outside of a piano shop before circling back for our First Date: Sight Unseen

The thought of, “that’s probably him.”

Iff

I
am
the
girl
whose
darker
natures
convened,
punishing
disfavored
eventuality,
transforming
arbitresses,
entangling
downpours,
spinning
mystery,
putting
forts
over
the
last
place
silent
dragons,
trailing besmirched princesses,
lay down their armored wings to the winds
trading scales for skin