we drove up to birmingham in your little gold car
your long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail when you drove. you wore the baseball cap I'd given you as one of your birthday presents
it was a CALIFORNIA ANGELS baseball cap. it had a capital A with a halo on the front
I got it 'cos your name begins with 'A' and 'cos I used to call you my angel. you weren't really an angel
we all went to a party called CAKE in a disused office building. some of the lifts still worked
I was so caned. the lift doors opened and it seemed like the brightest light I'd ever seen was streaming from between those doors. an orchestra played. it was like heaven. you walked out of the lift and towards me
we stayed at steve's house. steve's mum brought us a cooked breakfast in bed and said she thought we were a lovely couple
we'd slept in her bed and she didn't mind. she'd been out somewhere
steve was the manager of a comic book shop and he said things like "my daddy was a black man"
steve's mate nathan worked with him in the comic shop and nathan's girlfriend was a very extravagant darling named kate. kate went on to be quite famous many years later
somebody disappeared at CAKE. two days later he was found floating in dirty water at the bottom of one of the lift-shafts
maybe none of the lifts worked and I just imagined that whole thing with you coming out of the lift
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