market in seattle

Fell asleep at 9am now I 
Am blooded sugar, 
Mouth musty off chocolates stolen
with sweaty palms
Under purple, disapproval, 
Half-moon eyes, the cashier. Fuck her
Nowhere to go and nothing
To smoke. Pick at nails
Whorled. Like conches 
J wants to be alone. 
M napping. Can’t find O
(didn’t look). 
I’m not a tourist don’t look at me. 
Just tired of breathing
Out sour tubes, panting in the
White sun watch the flowers 
Across the street they 
Wary and 
Big eyed and 
don’t move

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