this seems like a story of weather

it was raining when I woke up. 
I had a plan to look for jobs. 
but said fuck it.
when I saw it was raining. 

I bought gin.
and went to the movies.
Crown Heights is loud. 
I can't believe I got away with this. 

should we go outside?
should we listen to Joanna Newsom?
are you still interested in me?
my lead-heavy legs don't let me know.

in the mud of the day.
danger, danger. 
I used to work at a bookstore.
on 68th and Lexington.

let the harp hit.
hearts and art.
til the end of a song.
I am tired.