The transvestite said I had beautiful eyes,
wanted me to know that

all he wanted was someone to make him up
in the Men’s room and would I?

You hung around, your leggy self
always eager to help

the ones who need it
because it was your last night

in town and you hoped
the one who needed it was me.

It wasn’t. We walked home
anyway, your big hands

searching for my little needs
and, when you couldn’t find them,

you said: Really, I’ve only ever loved you,
and all I heard was the wind rushing, the cold.