- you'll be a hurricane -

These are the things that keep me breathing:
hipster boys in the Mission with Cobain hair and stockinged feet singing their hearts out;
sharing dreams and family-secret tiramisu in a cafe off-Broadway;
"some pig" scrawled in spidery neon script in a window on California;
sultry star jasmine and fuchsia bougainvilleas spiraling up Victorians;
the ray-gun twang of the 1 as it crests Jones
(and the playful shrieks of cable car passengers as they roller-coaster down, streets over.)
That everyone I've talked to has a story -
fifty years of history in their head or a fifty-year-old Muni token around their neck.
History sleeps lightly here, and so do I.


♥ music of the moment: hurricane ada