grocery stores and laundromats

20.
we travel slower with constants by our side
unknown to us all rests a giant
gently breathing in anticipation
and curled so it fits into our hearts
there's nothing to fear as long as he's there
breathing, dreaming, wandering
always searching
like a patrol of summer children surveying busy streets
they make noise and watch walls come crashing down onto glass ceilings
with lungs and legs to chase after
mirages of ice cream trucks and secret hand shakes
outside this window
away from tumbling laundromats
the new york skyline offers me wings to stand on
to catch lightning bugs in the park
swallow them
and watch my belly burn bright
an incandescent glow
a hunger for longer subway rides home
and shorter walks to bodegas
this morning my feet spoke to me
as i lay there half awake
we're each armed with more than we will ever know they said to me

lately, i've been missing mexican food dearly. so for dinner i visited the local mexican corner deli that is no more than 20 yards from my front doorstep. i am proud to say that they will have my business and support in future bushwick dining experiences. i ordered a delicious torta with milanesa de pollo. i think tomorrow i will try their al pastor taco and maybe, just maybe, will try to order it with the very limited conversational spanish i know.

i hauled a week's worth of laundry to the laundromat a couple blocks away. don't underestimate the weight of dirty laundry.

bhurin

playlist:
minus the bear - planet of ice
four tet - rounds
engine down - engine down
jeff buckley - grace