| city fridge: sardonic streets numbered by letters and named by numbers one through some some. a city like you hunches, on the whole, as a singular sinking body: hacking up a collective fixed-number dalmatian-pattern foam from lungs of deep-seated dust, lungs of capital D dread. sad playmates making winks at dead wanderlusts and stunted soul's-growth. take a left, that's right, left at twenty-first and try not to capital S stay capital F forever. © Faith Mingus |