at broad+high i was leaning against the bus shelter. i was overjoyed with
jeff's tape & i was in love with the little white blossoms on the trees across the street in the shadows of all the tall buildings.
when i got on the bus i kept my headphones turned up to avoid hearing the couple arguing in the seat next to mine. he kept trying to touch her reassuringly & she kept recoiling. at one point during the little silence between texas rubies & brett sparks, i heard her say, "i told you! i told you! i don't want to talk about this in front of strangers!"
so now i am a horrible person: to come home & put it down, to keep it.
he finally gave up at fourth ave. i watched him skulk down the sidewalk as the bus pulled away. he was really quite short & had a regrettable ponytail/baseball-cap combination.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:i stood in the kitchen with my half-made dinner all around me with the volume very loud & i sang along:
i need some inner peace / i need a higher power / i need a miracle / i need a place to go / i'll turn the lights down low
now dinner is waiting for what i am waiting for: the sound of bean's key turning the lock.
i am barefoot. there is very fine sugar all over my kitchen floor.
