Find Me On the Grit; Find Me On the Pavement, or, Walking From Around the Corner of a Building

There is something in the air that is something between premonition and conjuring.

I see your tired eyes and fitting jacket.  Your ruggedness and perfect frays.

There is something that is about to come.

Be prepared for it.

I already am.


k.

(Image: Splish Splash; Marilyn Minter)