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.