Cold Cheeks, Dead Pigeons Don't Reed

[vmoney]

I am broke.

The satin lining of my vintage wool winter coat is fraying and the pockets have ripped open, spilling the contents of my right hand across the pavement: Cherry-On-Top lip gloss, a couple of pennies, my CTA pass and one earring. Staring down at the things in my pocket, splayed on the grey concrete, the items looked luminescent. A magic

Comments

[unsteadily]

great post. not great being broke. come to betty's blue star thursday at 9 and i will buy you drinks.

[vmoney]

aw, i haven't been there in an age and a year. i will try to pop on by. what's the haps that night dear joie?