omniscience it'll get you nowhere good he's telling me as we're all just sleepy from the sudden heat on the westbound train ponderous and loud and this aged, greasy guy he's telling me all about the city twenty years ago when his wife wasn't dead the day before valentine's his mom and dad too and we're sliding by cold streets and buildings past cold people and i realize as i hand him three cigarettes rolled by some machine in a room i've just never been to he's only talking to me cause he misses his daughter and the comfortable trappings of a comfortable life and all that black dirt in the rivers and tributaries of his wrinkled, brown hands tells me that nothing good comes from knowing too much
/finishes transcribing notes on dirty napkin /tosses napkin in trashcan /smokes cigarette lolz
hey hey y'all i got a new phone so call or text or whatever...
(801)637-7343
also may you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong. may you stay forever young...yeah.