I meant to be free
free from all of that
all of that
ugly
sad
dusty
worn out
yesterday-
actually, no,
I was in love with it
it was now
that was/is/are/am/she so
no, not even that
now
N.,
O.
 not that
 just me
 really
"biting the apple
that keeps the doctor away"
tearing the demo-walls down
breathing the plaster demo dust
there's a hundred mini motorcycles
in an abandoned store
on a major Oakland thoroughfare
the trees are beautiful
strange medieval
  architectural fittings
strange streets at irregular angles
obtuse
and auto dealers
  you ran for the early morning train
and fell on your face
right in front of me
and really started to cry
 hands scraped
and then you recovered
and ran off
   and I felt bad
but I went and got coffee
at Starbucks