god;

i had such good things to say about this situation

before i got this drunk,

but then,

so did they.

i was going to say,

it’s so fucking clear

that she has the same

ocd

as her mom.

as she looks around for the source of that sound,

brings it up again and again,

begging for a source-

hell,

i can’t hear even it,

because i forgot my hearing aids on this trip-

but she needs to desperately to hear from somehow else

that that sound isn’t

coming from inside the house.

right?

that’s coming from the street?

okay,

thank you.

and maybe i’ll write something

more intelligent about this

tomorrow

but he is a 50

or maybe 60-something black man

that made excuses for white people,

and later explained

how angry he’s been

and maybe how he’s tired of being angry

and he gushes with me

about how shitty capitalism is

because it is

and then he turns in early for the night.

and me too,

buddy,

and me, too.