I made my way through the streets
words echoing,
"you like it rough"
as I crawled to the smallness
and back into the box
full of desperate optimism
deepest condolences
out of date
addresses
cab fairs to
quick messes
tongue tied
his rejection
words deafened
madness
learned lessons
back way
intersections
"no" I said
interrupting,
"mind numbing"