Blue shirt, blue sweater, brazen in the bakery, with your deep blue eyes, and all the lies I know you’ll lay on me, winking and waving, as my will is waning. You wax lyrical about how much you like my lyrics, licking your lips as you trace mine with your painted fingertips, nails blue, a…

I tell you “No means no”, but you know that I’m lying, you know that I’m trying to be wooed and pursued, that “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” kind of vibe, and it’s cold, girl, outside your flat, and inside it too, so come check my body for tattoos (I don’t have any, but I won’t…