Cheeks blushed and buffed,
the sheen of her face matches
the sheen of her lime green leather.
Her black purse blossoms with brightly hued letters.
Boarding by Admiralty, she creaks and sways through Central
passing Prada, Dolce and Gabbana, Armani.
Her skin taut as coat leather,
she stare ahead, blank,
continues on towards Western’s desiccated fish flesh,
towards fresh hanging pigs’ lungs,
towards old buildings adorned in yesterday’s laundry,
as far as her coin will take her.