Steps on the floors
One step forward
Two backward
A heel spin, that pairs of leather shoes W bought him
A Invisible tornado in a sunny stratosphere
Since it’s Invisible
The woman who rolled the joints said it ain’t existing, not here, no trace, ain’t anywhere
They sit in Molasses books, cold toes, shoulder to shoulder
She handed the cigarette she rolled, he said it was the summer he quitted smoke
She ate a chocolate pretzel, it was all on her blouse, unbutton neck, it was all over her month, thin lips he noticed
She handed him the rolling paper with her sketches, he saw his silhouette
But he never open it, the rolling paper was taken by invincible tornado
His pair of leather shoes was fhe birthday gift from W, she left around late August and early September time, W is a gone girl
