middle america

e.e. cummings, from introduction: new & selected poems.

Candy, 2006

    “where are we going?” 

                     he  takes  her  hand, &                      they lead  each  other                      towards their promised land. 

La Torre del Miami

“y’gonna do somethin’ about it   if i did?”

  "...            anyone ever tell you,     you're sort of condescending ?" 

      ❛ uh-..    i felt threatened. ❜

"did someone actually   threaten you-- ??" 

a.p. // To Those Looking For Someone To Blame.

                   ❝I’ll give ya a cigarette if you have a light…❞

              he slips her the cheap bic lighter, which                   is nearly out of juice-- but he's sure it's got                                           a least few more sparks in it. 

   “so— five dollars instead of two?     will that  cover  your  services?”

                              "gonna say-- thirty." 

                "i'll figure it out it's                                            easier with a little silence."