Sunday, May 3, 2009

a little less convenient

The cigarette slightly moving away from her lips as she puffs out the smoke into the car mirror, motioning to the right; a woman sitting on the pavement, rocking back and forth, with her hands clasped around herself; she goes on and says "that could have been you". I breathe out loudly an uncomfortable sigh and say “when broken we make amends”.

Caught in a traffic jam between half conscious, half intoxicated and slightly in a delusional state; I hear a knock on the car window, as Andrew Bird’s yawny at the apocalypse resonates through the speakers. A stranger, walking by, presents me with a rose; I, with no facial expression, gesture "no thank you" he smiles then walks away.

I look into the car mirror and remind myself "I am trying to be sane, stop calling out my name".

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