Above the City
looking at the view through a wire fence
that guarded a dark, empty lawn between two mansions.
Orange lights from the streets and concrete towers below
reflected in her eyes
as the moon shone through the wire fence,
drawing fishnet stockings across her face and down her body.
The fake silver chain around her neck broke when I pulled it
off her and tossed it over onto the grass.
I gave her a thick chain of gold that night.
Even as I fastened it her eyes were on the moon
but she smiled when she turned
and saw her reflection in the flawless chrome of my Jaguar.
Her neck was bare the next day
when she left her apartment
and walked without hesitation past
where I had been waiting with the windows rolled up
and the doors locked.
She was clutching the tiny hand of a replica of herself,
a little girl with the same beautiful and distant eyes.