Saddled.

On page 18 you'll find
the answer:

love in a velvet dusk
damp with sweat like the length
of a horse, underneath leather and strap.

In the third paragraph, page 102:

roll each cigarette in leaves of tobacco
for a flat-backed buzz.

On State Street and later,
between West 83rd and 79th

on Pierrepoint and the Promenade.

Underwater bicycles and English garden swings;
begging for an explanation, not an apology.

Jil.

(via Garance Dore).

(via You Can Try).

Lock your door at the city limit.

Cross your chest,
give me your ticket.

Cafe Society.

(by Hanging Rock Comics).