There's a cat in my suitcase
I said to my friend A.
Somehow we were in Germany.
Or maybe like Russia.
K secretly was a rock god
on the drums but he'd never told us.
So after tipping our waitress
(a Polish model whose name I can't recall)
we went to the show. A & I danced
in vintage dresses & boots.
When I went to pee, the bathrooms
had bathtubs with millions of tiny tiles
& blond punkrock kids
sitting on their edges shooting up.