my heart is full in san francisco.
the wind whips round my body, a cold cycling blanket, and the fresh spray on my back keeps me awake. that chill from the water dips into my bones and makes brain freeze, sucks the air right out of me. the golden gate hugs me on one side, and tall homes and grassy cliffs that foam hold me still on the other. the sun shines still, my shoulders have begun to pink.















