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Nikki Jade
Gray in LA, got me talking about sex, love and goulash at the bar
up before sunrise, the light let in. Will invited me to his brother's wedding
in March. It’s barely November, don’t know if we’ll be in love by then.
LA is so quiet on a Monday.
I’m perched on the stool picking at schnitzel over pints
Red Lion with a friend, we pretend we’re in Germany.
LA – a city built on cities, it’s Disney everyday.
And I – a people built on people
I let the bartender load the tank,
we get along well.
It’s okay because today is gray and I can be bad
tonight I am thinking of ex lovers.
All the jobless men with beautiful dicks I've told secrets to.
I pull my glasses over my nose to make sure
the German woman knows I love her.
I want to love Will so bad but he’s a professional poker player.
Everyone says, I see that for you, a jab that feels like a kiss.
I’m thinking about kissing in missionary
when my German wife says
that’ll be $91, sweetheart.
Nikki Jade is an abolitionist, poet-collagist and professional “woo” girl in LA with publications in Discount Guillotine, Dream Boy Book Club and coming out soon in Black Fox Literary Magazine. She is either on her iPad or in the club.