Archive for October 4th, 2019

Shadows, Formalities

“Hi. It’s your drug addict family member again

You know the drill. I’m asking for money.”

She didn’t even hide it anymore. The way the sun bleaches

The bank buildings in the morning. The way the

white stone and travertine hurt your tired eyes

on the expressway

And your stomach’s tight as the shadows are all splashed out

By a humorless sun.

“Can’t hide from me.”

It was kind of like that.




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