summer

world cup

bitters

 

count the starlings on the bus
and realize
there are none!
foolish me only
dripping
boots
and a crowd of Abercrombie scented 13-year-olds
we would have laughed when it was summer

two dollars and a quarter
just
to say goodbye at the gate and
thanks
for the book
it
feels pretty heavy must be good
I read it at the table when it was summer

when it was summer
I wore yellow and drank gold
till I confessed out loud
expensive bars
but we knew someone
expensive beer
but why not tips were good
I’m sorry I never watched that thing about Hannah Arendt

hong kong

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wild drifting I
saw new shadows I
never knew the moon I
watched mountains from the roof

hot dark hot dark hot dark
waiting for the moment that never came
hanging clouds pink sky
no
yellow
no
green
it never made a difference

bad sushi next door
made me want to touch you
but
rough boredom
gave way to gin and
we took on new characters to pass the time