Old gum polka dots the sidewalk

Blackened by harried feet

Lost feet

Important shoes, afternoon walks

Excited Friday night clicking clacking

We follow tightly crisscrossed streets trailing

Flouncy short skirts

Bright colors on dewy skin

The air made more humid by our own excited breath

So hot, so sticky tacky

We push our way into underground bars

Pressing up against sweaty bodies

For the chance at a cold mug

And we clink our glasses together

Gulping it all down