It’s a waning crescent day
In a brisk month of 2022
And two old ladies step out of a car
One of those rectangles of a car
And the tallest one’s silver hair stays so still
She is in charge, the hair is not the only tell
She holds the other
Hand
Wrist
Waist
And a pair of dollar store cat ears
Fluffy black tail rolled up and tucked into her back pocket
Face me
Ginger tufts of curls only coming up to her nose
And she fixes the ornamental ears on top
Spins her gently
Like they’ve been getting ready together forever
And they have
Forever
Back of dress zippers
What about these shoes
You can’t pull off those pants, I love you, I do
But
But the pants just aren’t you
I want them to be
I know
A tail clipped to the back of the women’s jeans
It takes a long time with shaky hands
As the cold of the street stays
When they want to leave
They walk together
Put together
With mismatched sneakers stepping simultaneously
Too many stories featuring each other
A look shared
And I don’t know what it means
Too much
In one moment
Years
Years
Many cars and costumes
I hold my youth
Weight in the forging lines on my palm
Other side only a vague inclination
Give me more
Ask me what they share in a look
Ask me again
Again
Again Again
