pulls him,
he finds his footsteps
take him back to the part of town
where the world is different;
searching inside
for that door.

He lingers on the pavement
opposite The Dog –
a dark haired woman
brushes past then turns:
and smiles, holding the door
open for Frankie,
her smile is friendly
but Frankie finds his head
shaking No to this
He runs home
breathless and ashamed.

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