The night I met the Icelander
I met an Italian girl
in a dark apartment where nature shows glowed with the sound off
Someone passed around a clear glass tile covered in cocaine
and we heaved and sighed
and sat a little closer
She didn't seem real
her voice more breath than sound - cotton candy
She asked would I like to play poker
and said she would teach me
then she kissed someone - a boy -
and disappeared.