Grown ups

My thumb was her thumb

this morning

against the phone

tapping back

to a curtain-pulled room

on a corn-chip couch

where the hallway

smells like hair dye

with an undernote of

roasted veg

warmth of blankets

on a cold afternoon

watching tv

wondering what to wear

tonight

and if this is grown up

well, how

I call her up

to ask

if not then

surely, now?

Image nicked from https://fuckyeahrobertsmith.tumblr.com/post/130968493770/queen-siouxsie-sioux-and-king-robert-smith

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