#bulletproof weeks

So what happened to bulletproof weeks in your arms? What happened to feeling cheap radio songs? What happened to thinking the world was flat?  What happened to that?

i’m sitting on a bench on the side of the road. hands fumbling with my sweater slevees, holding a paper cup of earl grey tea, no sugar, a dash of milk. it’s not too warm for hot drinks anymore, but not too cold for covered knees either. i can taste it: the smell of september on my burned tongue. i sniff as i look at the sky. grey merging into lilac, summer fighting fall, just like the city itself is doing. bare legs and flowing scarves, people are coming back and people are going back. this big snake is moulting and its dead skin is scattered all over the pavement, making it dewy. i smell it in the air. violets and grass and steele. i stand up and try to catch a taxi going downtown right before the first rainy day of fall, falls on me.

(Bulletproof Weeks - Matt Nathanson)

BULLETPROOF WEEKS by MATT NATHANSON

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