It was paid a chunk of fried fish for these portraits.
It reciprocated with a squirt of ammonia.
It never stays long.
It left after “Days of Wine and Roses”,
where nobody cares.
See you around, cat.
saw her through the glass window
couldn’t touch her through the glass window
i was merely a skanky tourist, judging, smirking, giggling like a little kid, assuming, from behind the glass window
They were coveted, they were cool.