Wednesday, January 12, 2011

salem, or

listening to other people's
in coffeeshops. on buses.
killing time in salem.
like killing time in tucson.
only this time, alone now.
and winter instead of
flannel-clad and fitting in.
brick and bare trees
and wreaths
leftover christmas scenes
and indian street names
writing in chinese
restaurants, cold cement,
looking at my breath.
bridges, twinkle lights,
chemeketa street,
downtown parking
and the greyhound station.
"tu es ma soeurâme" i
said to her last night.
and "c'est tous"
our motto.

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