I tried to take her thermal knee

socks off, she wanted it from

behind and the bed was already

warm,

warm and it was odd and she'd

claimed me early in the night,

taken me outside for cigarettes and

by the time we made it to the

bar she was already dragging me

out, had grabbed a fist full of

shirt and led me down the

wonky bar staircase to her

3^rd floor apartment.

Not much of a face but

her name was (I had

a very difficult time remembering

in the morning) and she still

had on her knee socks and

didn't want to talk so I

headed out, dick still gross

but the Montreal sun was

shining warm and as I walked

through the Plateau I watched

graffiti pass and was happy

that the streets were made of

brick.