He seemed
different. More mature.
Veer right at the “Big Quarters” sign.
Talk. Impress. He is almost...wretched.
Not happy, but hanging on to this optimism.
I’ll think more of who returns from Salinas
from here on out. But
first, a Purple Rain
party with Peaches Christ.
I had it in me to
go further with it, the details of my experience,
these words. But
think nothing of it. What
makes this happen? A
ream of nothing.
A chain-link fence for ghosts.
