Once upon a time, many moons ago, I met her. I met Her. We were attending an erotic poetry reading event. She was a black cat type of woman, her style quiet chic—only truly curious eyes would notice the custom-made dress, the shoes, that enormous red scarf dragging on the floor like a queen's mantle. One peculiar detail that caught my attention was the red lollipop she was licking throughout the entire time.

Creature

Spring nights, too, I wandered uptownunsheltered devouringfree-floating particles of other people’s conversationsguzzling the scent of milky treesfrothingshoweringpromises at my feet I wondered what we would be...