at night i look at the graffiti on the side and back of the liquor store and see things that i can't make out during the daytime. at night i see a statue of liberty made of buildings, leaning forward as if retching, strange machinery coming out of its mouth.
but during the day i don't really see it anymore.
i just see blue sky.
dirt yard with scraps of grass here and there.
right now two vagrant-looking guys are leaning against the back wall with some bottles in their hands. they're talking loud but i'm listening to k'naan.
the desire to breathe into a happy moment, thereby perpetuating it.
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