curly-haired boy with a pocket square (Petworth Metro)




would it have been an adorable meet-cute if one of us just bit the bullet to say hi?
definitely.
will i see you again on the same commute?
probably.
would it be fun if you (or one of your friends who sees this) responded to this craigslist missed connections post so we could eat food and/or go to a park together?
let's see!
Tattoo Of Mountain Ridge (Arlington)
Your bright yellow hair wrap (Orange line)






I can't be your third






You might feel like you're creating
something new, changing the content, changing a life,
But paint flakes off in the rain.
Even dry, over time it will fade.
Spots of burnt orange will pierce through until the suffocated frame can no longer hold the weight of new layers.
The remains came first; they earned their name.
You twist waste and display it on walls in frames and during the day it makes you feel ok until eternal night falls and in a shared soil grave you both lay.
Stop beginning halfway while you willingly mute alterity plain;
You know.
True creation begins by breaking day on empty lots.
You're afraid of pain, so instead of wince you feign strength through stomached knots.
Oh, resist!
Stubborn fate, preserve rot, wait for the foundation to crack
In lightninged root stains;
But to agape ears this laconic verity will eternally ring
Beyond and within,
Trailing
That poorly oriented face.
At last, return home.
Shaken Free, hospitable chains dissolve and the disgraced spotlighting noema embrace recedes.
Combative fugue, you choose to wait--
If the floor can sink, it will.
Then dawn will force her undoing birth.
Violently centered or restored homecoming,
The same place.
If you aim to truly make, clear the space.
Turn remember to forgot, then watch!
Double-quick,
Fleet unthin,
Out of nought a nascent genesis.
Become!
--An instant,
A being,
Connected,
Overflowing:
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