They’re on the crystal glass door knob, impeccably formed. Snug like Sophia Loren’s undergarments.
I left them on the glass cabinets that hold the priceless diamonds and pearls at Tiffany’s so you know where I am when you’ve given me the mean reds.
I went to that ice cream cart that sells those ridiculous ice cream
flavours. Sazzleberry…peewee…& inkleberry? You remember when we both got an
ice cream and we were standing there, all those police came out of nowhere and
raided that shop? We looked back at our ice creams and they were sliding down
our arms. I left my fingerprints there because that day we laughed away our
shadows.
I left my fingerprints on her panties so you would remember me, they
were satin pink; pretty little things. Covered in stains. On the inside and out…