A Page From My Sketchbook
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-- cigarette smoke and gunpowder, asphalt, tar, and thick ozone like merengue.
I get worried when I'm not near a freeway, interstate, the sounds of traffic...
and I'm a woman that can't even drive.
-- cinderblock divides covered in spraypaint.
Pop. Pop. POP. Paperthin walls equals knowing everybody's business.
That might be why I love my privacy and on the odd occasion, crave a houseparty.
I've had my best sleep in the passenger seat of a car nowhere near
away from
fleeing from
between
home(s).