he doesn't bite me like that

It’s 10pm on a Thursday and I’m walking around the back streets of Kensington.

I’m standing under a streetlamp, outside her building.

The light’s yellow, flickering in a way that makes everything feel slower.

She used to be a call girl and now she’s a spiritual healer.

This is Interview two, and I’m at her place.

I reach into my pocket for a cigarette. My ha…