augury doggerel

Monday, July 08, 2002


Every inch of street suddenly a cup of raindrop blown upward against itself, and a pair of screaming young women running hard to get away from the bad hair and wet t-shirt contest. Cool air curls in through the place. I'm standing in the wooden doorway and feeling the splatter on my shins and sipping a shot of what tastes like cherry cough medicine to kill the taste and smell of cheap beer. Where was this burst when I needed an excuse?

But then it's quiet, just the shushing of cars on the rainy street, and the first customer of the night (excluding residents) camel-toes in with her pet boy.


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