I have come here for your name

Her skin
was the colour
of the paper
teenagers use
for suicide notes

She had a
half completed tattoo
of a rose on her cheek
which was red raw.
A tendril of blood
snaked
down her face
and into the neckline
of her brutally white
shirt

"This is my front door "
I said
"obviously"
she replied
"why are you standing in front of
it?"
I asked
"I have come here for your name"
she said

I dropped my car keys
into
the giant puddle
which had formed
at the front of my house
when the fox
was trapped
in the storm drain
and we watched
our reflected expressions
explode
and reform

"Do you remember Linda
the social worker you fucked
on the Trivial Pursuit board
in the flat you rented
above the McDonalds
in Golders Green?"
She asked

"No" I replied

"She told me you were a cunt"
she said

"Oh yes" I said, "that Linda."

Her eyes
which were my eyes
fixed upon the alien world
I occupied
with digital clarity,
she sculpted her mouth
into the shape
of a question mark
and stepped inside