Yesterday I spent my day waiting.

Eventually the sun set.

I was sitting on a bench

in Father Demo Square.

As I was losing hope

A firefly came to say hello.

I conquered my entomophobia,

Hoping it would let me pet it.

Later I thought it came back

But no, just car lights on metal.

It’s dark now

I’m listening to King Crimson

My eyes are closed.

A tap on my shoulder.

It’s not Him.

“I’m sorry,

I had to tell you,

Your feet are beautiful.”

“Well. Thanks”

I say.

Even fetishists

Will do

When you need

A confidence boost.