i had many things up my sleeve inside and out and she with her lilac in her hair, always one mind you, always one and purple at that, hitched into her hair above an ear all a glitter with stones and hoops and hooks of earrings, all the better to ignore you with dear, she would say slinked into a tight black dress that left little room for anything else, and we hit the town square in the face and she would claim righteously that she would rocket us all of out of here, that we would all be riding her coat tails and all i wanted was to ride this feeling she gave me when she smiled like that, all stupid and goofy and free of whether she was wearing one lilac or not.