tonight:
walking down the alley to mischka's with the whole world alive (like the mountain goats song �going to georgia�) is the precise, perfect opposite of that horrible emptiness i got when i suddenly realized i had said
absolutely the Wrong Thing, & some part of my fast-forward brain thinks of a clutch of stupid sayings about hurting people you love, & then there is nothing else to do but walk back up the alley, in the dark, listening to the click-click-click of the tips of my untied shoelaces sweeping the pavement & the bricks.
the world shines / as i cross the macon county line / going to georgia
