five miles on a saturday morning at 7:30 am. this is not when runners expect to be confronted by what we have no longer want. and 14th street is not the sanctuary where we ask the universe why it converges during our morning run.
or. why does god make the man i have wanted and the man i do want drive past me on the same morning run. wtf??? further proof that god hates me.
these ideas in our head like red hots in our mouths burn with a sick, metallic. and the taste doesn't leave the mouth. at a time when all normal people are sleeping, i am running. and the universe is driving.
i run from the anticipation of camping,
the inevitability of gala,
and the irony of my wedding dress.
yup.
it's makin a comeback.
thank god.
it's a beautiful bitch.
that needs to be seen.
when solitude is not an option.
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diggin for brass on shady lane
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