(no subject)
it was three am in crown heights we heard
gunshots outside the open window (wind blowing) as we
had a bedtime conversation and prefuse 73 was playing soft and heavy in
the background it
filled his tiny room lit up by one lightbulb on the floor and
we lay side by side with
cigarettes lingering
between our lips
and fingertips
and i was happy to sleep on a real bed for a change and to know
that after all of this time of knowing each other now we actually know.
each other.
lately we have found friendship, common grounds, and sleepy hearts
between us.