A poem by Amanda Montell
There were chandeliers around each pair of
in the room that smelled like so many
echoed off the champagne flutes
My pointed cocktail ring was
the Chrysler Building.
The staircase and my windpipe were strung
with nectarine pearls.
But in that Upper West alley, I traded him
every last crystal
for one splinter from the pier.
Originally published in Tidal Basin Review