i was sitting indian-style on the floor when kid in candy started and my heavy spirits were lifted to the dim ceiling. all of a sudden, i was back in portland, sitting under blue skies. i was in a record store, sifting through discs with dawnie. i was laughing on the porch, taking sips of my ruby red.
rebecca gates rocks. and so do the boys from the chicago underground and tortoise who joined her.
while walking home, i thought of the helicopters flying over downtown los angeles, like flies circling a trash can. a man was getting into his beamer and a lady was climbing out of a van. i passed my sad car and blew a kiss goodnight.