trace logs

among statues at a Series C party
texting a man i never met:
let's go for a walk

a lone Lime scooter on the sidewalk
“it happens all the time”

maybe it was the sixth glass
but it felt poetic

i told him: for a season i
found everything poetic

leaving KBBQ that winter
stopped
middle of the street

a garbage bin
on its knees
bottom given out