Last night I met an ex crack and coke head,
trying to pull herself from the ground
by going back to school. She enjoys 80's music
and had the teeth of someone who appeared to do
a lot of drugs back in her prime.
Tar stains laid upon each pearly yellow
like a street pavement, and slowly with each word
walked me down her biting nostalgia lane on a snow fall evening.
I was so self-absorbed with how fucking cold it was that I forgot to ask a name. Oh, well. I will just call her Blvd. Blues