New York State of...
Okay! Let's keep moving --
Mind is truly fertile in slumber;
dreams of hipsters
wearing grey dresses,
playing tambourine and flipping their
a-gendered hair.
It's all in the attitude --
silhouette of unfriendly swagga,
never too keen to strangers.
They whip their pencil,
fold imaginary origami and watch them rain
to the ground. --
So dreary,
like Sunday,
when you're playing between guilt, or just feeling good.
I choose my good all the time;
consistently un-present.
That's where I mellow --
until I'm probed long enough to speak: maybe I will.
~ Jessica M. Wilson
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