I was sinking into my couch, nursing a margarita
everything was the same as usual
in the background Lou Reed sang out
and I was happy with that
Because Lou Reed
deserves to be heard when
everythings quiet
and ticking

the room was comfy
because I liked my rooms comfy
all side tables in place
I sat down the margarita
and from the window

Something

Someone

stepped in
and stared at me

messy brown hair
the colour of wheats in the sun
curling around her shoulders

and she was in all white
a dress

and she was a freckles and all eyes

she stepped over the heater
and onto my Moroccan carpet
like a gypsy

She excused herself, turning red
and asked if I let her out
on her wrists was a bracellette
that jangled

So I got up
and let her out

Like a stray cat

I sat back down and wondered
if gypsies could become angels
because she was one
or both