2020-06-12

homes of strangers glimpsed from the freeway at night

Early morning books about Constantine. Listening to Stooges. Hot, black coffee and a march to the ocean. I miss IL, the smell of her hair and her body in my clothes. And I miss R.'s voice in my ear, the way she and B. made domestic life look so appealing in SLC and SATX. For a while. Elena Lopez calling in the dusk. Dark beer and sitting alone in the evening. Dreaming of a better way into the ocean. Dreaming of a better way into space.