Newsflash: any time someone says “I’m going to dye my hair blonde,” I involuntarily cringe. Similar to my reaction when someone says, entirely seriously, “I could care less.” Do you even understand what you’re saying?
She’s got so much in her, so much cosmic waste on concrete pelvic floor, filaments carbon compounds blood cells skin cells dust battery acid spit cum and spilled beers. She dares you to scale her, climb up the dead hollows of her esophagi and freefall down the elevator shafts, collect your visions on mercurial fire escapes and kneel down drunk slip spread eagle reach out snow angel and cry and cry.
The city is a better lover because she’ll make you pay attention.
The other real question is how on earth did I make the A-side sevens team tonight? I went to try-outs because they said there would be a B-side practice, and then it ended up just being try-outs.