FARMER'S MARKET SHOCKOE BOTTOM

I like the city because it's the tall
buildings that keep the sky from
dripping down the back of my
shirt. My shirt is brown beige knaki
placid lines interrupting and
interpreting one another until
the traffic's light on Sunday at
the Farmer's Market, Shockoe Bottom.
We see the guy there we bought those stools
I keep banging the webbing between my toes on
from. Tattoed punk. He won't say hi.
I look away. I like the city because
bricks are cool and compressed, even with
the hot summer we've been having, naturally
after a warmer winter than ever away
from Ohio snow. I can't quite get used
to so much being not so flat yet, like
Renee who gets her period today, and I

wish it didn't have to hurt. My ego
gets in the way of reading these days;
I resent not being included sometimes, even if
I'm young, precarious, precocious and aloof.
That one keeps popping up. I like my shirt
because I relish being a nerd in the
city these days, as I've always been, wire-
rimmed glasses not staring at anything at all
as long as it represents the totality of visual
impressions. I want to say to every painter I
see, hey, isn't light amazing? But they're all too
busy selling their elegant southern cityscapes
to notice, really; they just look right through it.

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