Light is fickle.
Steady constant -
A dog's name -
No one's got a job, really, ever.
I caught a bus.
A stranger missed a bus.
She must have been college-aged.
She talked to the bus driver.
I think her hair was brown.
A train was stalled.
I wonder what I'll eat next.
I wonder when I'll eat next.
Downtown is shinier
Than my small suburb.
Buildings show each other their reflections.
Immediately after a rain, I
Wonder at shapes, depths, and movements,
until I have something real to do.
Some people wasted our time
on the 6th floor of the Hilton on 4th street.
I wanted to ask each one,
"What would you rather be doing?"
I waited for my mom and her car
In the farthest corner of the
Hooter's parking lot. Lunch at
Threadgill's, now the future, infinity
Plus one, the buffalo chicken salad
And the cute waitress. We tightly,
warily grin, drifting past a business sign
Graveyard at 3 p.m. in Austin, Texas.
Friday night, alone in my apartment,
I watched Tokyo Story
And cried. I texted with Aaron.
Then he called me and made
Me cry, painfully and inexplicably.
Everyone's worried.
Everyone's okay.
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