pier-side

pier-side, I waited,
on the outskirts of a sizzling city,
my brownstone heart beating 
out of my chest. 
you wore a mud-stained t shirt,
I wore a white dress. 

pier-side, you’d taken
miles from the inch
I was tentatively offering,
and muddied all the rest. 

after,
I think you phoned your friends,
went for drinks, a rooftop bar,
all in good fun. 
I walked home alone. 
you changed your shirt—
I wore my stained dress. 
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