i am blank tonight
maybe i should let the-little-city-that-could
speak for itself
there was a woman in a little red car in this tiny alley who looked at me funny through her rearview mirror
afterwards, I fantasized about returning with a snapshot postcard to leave in her mailbox so she could see I was making art, not casing houses on the street, scoping out marks for later
"look at this!" i'd say. "isn't it beautiful?!"
and finding postcards of the charming views they see everyday from their stoops across the street
i like you a lot