Walking down New York City
Someone left their door open
xtansy enters, or codeine
Seconds turn to minutes
Anticipating the peek, unusual for me
My eyes already glued to the brick wall leading up to the door
Get a glimpse of a gore girl
Focused on whatever she’s working on
Sounds of a typewriter being used
The door frame made sure we stayed on track
No second glances
Why didn’t U tell me U were home
Why didn’t I invite U to coffee
Crumbs from my croissant for you
Your neck for me
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