this is the north-left corner of the country and this is what it has:
slow, heavy heat
overlong overobvious eye contact with barrista over iced americano
conversation with middle-aged stranger in whole foods about a gary snyder reading years ago in Ypsilanti, MI
conversation with middle-aged stranger on the street about cool sunglasses
Thurston Moore djing lunch break
ending up dancing mostly naked with a dozen other shiny drunks at 2 am on Monday
working crappy job to afford it all, and hoping you're finding more than you're losing
people who seem to believe in something they don't feel the need to articulate
$200 water bills
something in the beer
1 comment:
and you're tryna leave?
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