I have come here, to tell you to fuck – right – off.
Those bloody fire escape stairs creak as always as I pull them down –
You’ve probably heard me now.
Water from one of those leaky pipes drips as I climb
And a freezing drop falls onto my scalp.
Why did I love this place once?
The smell of damp flows past me and lingers,
Your door’s locked. That isn’t a problem. We’ve hotwired cars before,
You and I. Snuck into the bourgeois penthouses.
You’ve made this easy really. I still have your key.
I turn the door handle as Mavis from next door smiles at me –
Winks – she thinks I’m getting lucky tonight.
I touch my finger to my nose as she disappears into her cave.
I always snuck into your place to surprise you – somehow though, right now –
I feel at my best – blood pumping furiously and all that.
Like Bette Davis in All About Eve, I’m Margo Channing, with more oomph.
So, I can’t say I’ll take you back, because that’s fucking wack,
And I can’t say I love you more than life. No. I can’t say that.
But I have a lighter in my hand. And I sure did love this place once.