The cold broke this morning.
he purchased new socks for the triphad a long look at himself before he went,
clipping hairs up his nose.
he planned on crossing his legs--like a civilized person--
to flash his fancy socks.
this early sun was official,
stamping long shadows
on back-lit strangers
unmenaced
by cinematography.
at the donut shop he stopped for a dozen
which they took with his phone and keys and change and receipts
before he was allowed to visit.
“Guess what,” he said.
“I figured as much,” she said,
refusing to look at him.
the sun set on his obligation to her,
coaxed an impulse to drink alone.
despite the Bill Evans trio,
didactic,
the melancholy speed he needed,
he still couldn’t hear
how these new speakers were worth it.
his troubles played better framed by
the AM station corridos
from the apartment down below
at the donut shop he stopped for a dozen
which they took with his phone and keys and change and receipts
before he was allowed to visit.
“Guess what,” he said.
“I figured as much,” she said,
refusing to look at him.
the sun set on his obligation to her,
coaxed an impulse to drink alone.
despite the Bill Evans trio,
didactic,
the melancholy speed he needed,
he still couldn’t hear
how these new speakers were worth it.
his troubles played better framed by
the AM station corridos
from the apartment down below
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