seattle, today.

we walk,

 there are the sweetest streets that never cease to inspire. and yes, i feel a slight bit tourist mode come over me, but surprisingly, my anxiety of taking pictures among crowded streets is waning.

 and so, the alley at pike place market and capitol hill (RIP midst the gentrification) provide the best days.

spiral from misery

into desire

flesh cut wound cut

on a lemon breeze

and a tongue free

on a spring afternoon

i let mine roll around your

goosebumps

for my friend

Something sweet to their gaze. They look at me - elated. What joy! I have food for their little bellies. They trust me. I am worthy? I think I like them. How precious their lives must be. Or maybe rotten? I think they're trapped to an outcast loneliness.