One of those nights by Birdie Rose

It’s one of those
chain-smoking nights,
one of those nights
you pool in the dark
letting the light through
window slats shackle
your granite wrists.

You let this
city tiger-stripe you
with its restless
lamppost eyes.

It’s one of those
silent nights, not
holy just stretched
out in front of you
cat-like, indifferent,
avoiding your eyes
as you stare.

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