we’re back
Jul 19, 2021
there they are again. the lids of coffee cups lining the sidewalks, three-day-old grounds and a kiss of lipstick on the rim. haven’t you missed the sound of a flip-flop crushing them flat as it slaps across the street to some urgent destination? how about the mouths? does it feel like something revolutionary to see them shouting laughing spitting whistling crying all over again? aren’t teeth a relief? somehow the hot garbage roasting in the cruel sun feels like a…
