i'll grow

i avoided the city when i was in it. kept my head down and my sunglasses on—wearing new clothes. i scraped the southern end of bank street like knuckles on concrete dividers where i used to walk through city hall every day on my way to work.

keeping away from my last two apartments indirectly lead me to thinking about them. we bought a picture of the trojan horse and hung it above our shelf the week i got my pigeon tattoo. i found out what that life was like.

i don't know if i'd've done the same if it was me. but i'll grow.