with apologies to edith frost
“every where i go reminds me of some place down in texas…”
granted, my time in said state was incredibly brief, i cant help but try and link those brief moments to the things i am constantly surrounded on daily basis. the heat which pools up in my very windowed car, urges me to shed a couple layers of clothing and when the sun beams down, i’ve become completely escapist: tense situations have disappeared, pensive reactions are forgotten. i am sitting against a wall, in hundred degree plus weather, minus the sticky humidity of the east coast. i am nowhere, and i am no one.
“…every strip mall reminds me of my home…”
ah, truth! to live and loathe in new jersey, ive spent so many hours doing so; taking place primarily in spaces dubbed “food courts.” even on drives back to my parents home, im just surrounded by them; they are the lifeblood of this state, just ask mom and dad.