the city, the stoop, the lips

i sat on the subway with rich and talked about it. then we sat on the stoop and talked about it. then we marched down a street, i in my heels/he in his beard, talking about it. i like that you're very calm, rich said. i like that you're just stating it all as if "this is just how it is". i'm happy for you (says rich). later the topic of conversation asks if he can buy me some coffee. it's late, he knows, but he misses me. i put on my sweatshirt. i go.

2003-06-15, 6:40 p.m.
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