you can sleep when you're dead

It's fucking weird weird weird walking past 10th St.

not taking a left

and not even taking a right

just walking on.

I felt like I couldn't see through my lens today. I saw a sign that said "Don't forget to write."

I saw plastic grapes and pretty graphic design, shitty graffiti and misty building tops. And there you were on my mind, just sitting there, swinging your feet.

And then I closed my eyes and there were your lips.

I took a deep breath.

I ate Lamb Chopper and a stale baguette. I ate figs and drank wine. I went out for a walk after the house was sleeping. I had a standoff with a cat. I slept fitfully and here I am. Pouring it out. Holding it back. Beating my drum.

I want to rip open my chest and pull everything out, put it all back rearranged.