As/Is







12.07.2008


From Dancing With Myself : Whiskey (adam fieled)


I don’t think I know anything:
look how the sun sets in March,
a cool night, not dappled, not
glazed, a construction crew in
the street, grinding away at
pavement. These are my worlds,
alone, waiting to be born again
into her, or you, if you want to
read this: streets, walking, cool
like a flaneur around a city I
haven’t loved in five years. I
know we’ll come together again,
and if we don’t I won’t be to
blame. Tonight’s for whiskey.