Tuesday 26 February 2013

B-26

It’s a number.
It’s a song.
It’s a girl.

Smooth.
Pearl joy packed.
Gold falafel,
As through ice.

It’s four-thirty.
Morning with
Phone calls.
It’s deaf mute.

It’s cheap.
A foreign car.
Maybe bingo.
Lucky night?
Something says
It smells bad. 

(Ezra Fitz's poem to Aria Montgomery - Pretty Little Liars)