What’s that you say? You had a little talk with her. Go fuck yourself, stooge.
You think you have the right, but I have left. What’s the big deal if something doesn’t go as planned? Its hard to get rid of what you have already learned; my mother told me not to drink and drive so I took my bike, crashed, and died. Although I survived I will keep that idea in mind.
I have two legs and two eyes, so when your bullshit comes along I won’t act surprised. I can see you and I can walk away. Do you understand? These ideas are easy for me to convey. What’s that you say?
I realize she is beautiful. What if I realize she is a bitch and just needs me to feel great about how she has my attention? I guess I have to ignore certain invites. I choose my friends, and I am a self-destructive genius. Could your body last? I give it a couple of weeks and a U-haul. I probably won’t be back this time.
Minneapolis is becoming my new love again. I see the sun hanging higher in the sky, daily. I feel the warmth of the sun’s rays on my coat through 3 or 4 layers of fabric.
I know it will be coming soon.
I see snow 4 to 5 feet, not inches, deep lining the sidewalk as I walk to my destination. This snow will someday be traveling down the street as water, and then it will come to a river, end up in the ocean, go into the sky, and be back here again. I think maybe next year. The snow haunts me. I pray for grass and humidity. In the summer I hate humidity. I have bipolar emotions.
What ever happened to thinking in the moment? Have we lost it all? I ask because I am thinking as if this is the past and as if summer is already here. I see myself at the beach and I am smiling. I can now walk around my apartment without a shirt on, in shorts.
I love you again Minneapolis, but why did you treat me so bad?