foreign countries.
my brother was in a punk rock band called cuntries finest, this being when he hated america. now he found a girlfriend from wyoming.
a rainy man stopped me on a dark street, a dark man with ashy hands clutched a half-eaten candy bar.
a man in a hat stopped me on a raining street- "your patience will be rewarding," he said with a smile. his accent was thick as the rain, his eyes as blurred as the light of the display window of the closed music shop behind him. In the distance, police sirens, I realised I had stopped walking. "Thank you," I said, his smile widening. "And young lady, don't you forget it." he replied, pulling on a pair of worn leather gloves. He turned away and I started walking again.
a rainy man stopped me on a dark street, a dark man with ashy hands clutched a half-eaten candy bar.
a man in a hat stopped me on a raining street- "your patience will be rewarding," he said with a smile. his accent was thick as the rain, his eyes as blurred as the light of the display window of the closed music shop behind him. In the distance, police sirens, I realised I had stopped walking. "Thank you," I said, his smile widening. "And young lady, don't you forget it." he replied, pulling on a pair of worn leather gloves. He turned away and I started walking again.