Spring 2026
My bare leg touching the car tire on my way out. Like my knee receiving the needly flop of the girl seated infront of me's hair all night. Involuntarily. I didn't want to shower again. Is my throat sore? There goes my girl.
Stop sign I never noticed. Sitting on my stoop in the way I was once reprimanded for by a woman who didn't speak my language but knew I was doing something disgusting. It's a warm night, maybe the heat will be off then when I get upstairs. She's gone now and I am so glad.
Writing this before I sleep so the empty pages don't build up in my arteries overnight. A dog walks itself. Oh there she is, a girl follows. I wash my leg and climb into bed.