07.06.13 - 3:10 p.m.
one time you came up with a name for your book
so perfect that you couldn't believe it
didn't already exist, but it did.
you are writing to your penpal, old
friend you find newly intimidating for no
good reason. identity politics, fadish gluten
intolerance. anyway, it's weird
to say an entire city feels like a minefield
of people you worship, have worshipped,
and realize you said the same thing about
another city, once.