#jameson fitzpatrick

the city in miniature — only it moves in a real way, because it is real. One of the windows is open, some construction down on the street

drones like a distant vacuum. It’s warm for January. Still, his apartment has that dreamlike quality

of feeling like home though I know it’s not. Not mine anymore —  but how many people get to visit the past without hurting anything?

To come back and drink the same coffee from the same never-quite-clean cup?

if I could not be no one,

to be someone. Small, but

particular. Specified, which was

an apprenticeship for special.

Cold, another word for cool.