Abound with joy she zipped up her pants
Wrapped the scarf one more time around
Before she braved the cold wall facing her
She stepped out the door into the brisk air
Cooly calm after the night whirled in her head
Like a heart worn, still spinning top
Anticipation in waiting, like the empty bowl
Full of surprises but still quite unready to expose
The vampires call now, late in the night
The steps jump faster, as joints stiffen against the cold
The bus .does. .not. .ever. come quick enough
Fucking transit, mumbled under her breath
As a lady, she smiles, ignoring the smirks
As a temptress she squirms, applauding the smiles
Alone she hurries, out of the cold