By Justine Johnson - Posted on 26 August 2010

 i hated it at the time because my feet were tired and my hips ached but every rushing moment of being lost in a city full of summer-time nightowls and inebriated twenty-somethings was soaked up like water in a sponge. we walked in a big circle around numerous universities that i was too exhausted to differentiate between. i smelled like sweat and the beer that the guy on E standing next to me sloshed down my arm. the two of them were ahead of us, love sick and walking fast. i was annoyed. i dragged myself along the uneven sidewalk; he slowed down to hold my hand. i kept my paranoid and sympathetic eye on the deeply shaded gardens to my right in case a woman needed help. we passed the same group of stoop-kids a few times. i recognized one from the show. i craved the taste of alcohol on my lips and in my blood stream and i could not wait until we got back to our house. i noticed the slight shift of my attitude matched with that of my urban surroundings. i felt fast and on-track and swallowed. the overuse of energy from buildings around us kept us warm.

we found our car parked by an art school. we welcomed the typicality.


dnolan's picture

and the typicality fed my pride

as i begged for something real

putting life in crayon on the wall

just above my head

towering higher above that

and all the while

laughing was what was there

which i did not record

because typicality fed my pride

i envied

i replied

i am not



Ave atque Vale

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