San Francisco

I have mundane art days, I run into someone I'd fallen in and out of love with, I have memories, I know where to walk, I have people, I give direction, I feel badly for the homeless woman who has to pee and just keep walking. I wanted to be held by the city and it said no, not tonight.

I'm not looking for a good time. I'm here.

the city can't always give me what I want