i felt sad when the NY man left

                      i was on a tram

travelling west on Bridge Road

           towards the city

i cued a tune by Beirut                     to repeat

while                         i smiled through smeary windows

did some tears
in the centre i got down

                     took the alley

           full of overhanging

awnings                     and windows throwing

           the colours of people

crossed at the crossing

entered an arcade

                      remembered a birthday

                      late so

bought a gift

in slow

                       motion

for another man i love

then               personal cosmetics

           in the             plain white light

of a day spa
i was lucky since a waiting tram

was mine                  and

                      travelling north along Elizabeth Street

at the market intersection

          on the aluminium seats

                                 i saw a girl

with

          the thinnest legs

                                 i’d ever seen

in tight

pale blue denim                   but she

                      was really laughing

(its blue                   was not unlike

                      the wrapping

on my

            fresh present)
going up Victoria Street

                                 i talked to myself

silently	            in imaginary discussion

with the NY man

whose body                          all the while

          was in              the tightness of a plane

travelling east

                      and mostly very north
in the             inner west

and very south                      i left the tram

           stepped between bumpers and

went breezeway       carpark            footpath          home