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wake to people walking home from after hours kegger cheeks red holding their heels swinging handbags brazen voices pierce through holey screen to fitful half sleep state next to an acrid smelling guitar player i stir and put on my coat decrepit door c r e a k s on worn hinges sneak through filthy kitchen littered with plastic cups reeking of stale sweat poured tequila shot abandoned along with sliced lime and salt shaker companions marijuana inspired chords l i n g e r in the air take my bottle of Jack from the freezer dare not drink water from the tap though head pounds just put on sun glasses taking flim-sy strides to fair trade sit outside in an iron chair the art on the walls burns my eyes adj usting 2 days ***** shirt the barista brings a hot soy latte with cinnamon sprinkled on top thanks- i say she doesn’t respond smoke a cig found in my purse who was smoking 27’s? give a homeless man a quarter on the way back to my car he takes it says god bless you the strokes play through cassette player it’s too loud before noon don’t buckle seatbelt on east wash capital disappears from rearview mirror until road becomes hwy 151 and it vanishes behind a hill like i was never here
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 4:25 PM UTC
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wake to people walking home from after hours kegger cheeks red holding their heels swinging handbags brazen voices pierce through holey screen to fitful half sleep state next to an acrid smelling guitar player i stir and put on my coat decrepit door c r e a k s on worn hinges sneak through filthy kitchen littered with plastic cups reeking of stale sweat poured tequila shot abandoned along with sliced lime and salt shaker companions marijuana inspired chords l i n g e r in the air take my bottle of Jack from the freezer dare not drink water from the tap though head pounds just put on sun glasses taking flim-sy strides to fair trade sit outside in an iron chair the art on the walls burns my eyes adj usting 2 days ***** shirt the barista brings a hot soy latte with cinnamon sprinkled on top thanks- i say she doesn’t respond smoke a cig found in my purse who was smoking 27’s? give a homeless man a quarter on the way back to my car he takes it says god bless you the strokes play through cassette player it’s too loud before noon don’t buckle seatbelt on east wash capital disappears from rearview mirror until road becomes hwy 151 and it vanishes behind a hill like i was never here
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 4:25 PM UTC
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