Girl spread across two cities like jam and much sweeter for it.  Seeking paycheck.  Seeking tax break.  Seeking caffeine that don’t cause headaches and feet that don’t complain for the dancing and beers that stay full all along and sunshine like this straight through snow season and what’s that bleeding heart?  What’s that blister?  What tear can squeeze past in this rush?  There is no extra moment for it.  There are no more tickets.  The train is full.  The bus is bursting.  The cabbie ignored you, bitterness; you stay in the street now.  You wasp in the sugar bowl, you traffic circle horn that don’t give a fuck, you tired little rip tide, you.  I will not be stung, pushed, or swept away and drowned.  Girl melts like butter in the frying pan makes onions bleed sugar.  Makes the garlic dance.  Greases teeth into a smile.  The best kind of payment.