I find the places that provide me with creative sustenance.
Then, I return to them, again and again.
The corner booth.
Of a basement bar in East Nashville.
Whose name I will not divulge here.
The Recency bias of Chicago.
When passion gets the best of you.
And I have unprotected sex with an old friend.
Reading alone in Brooklyn.
Reminded that the art we create.
Creates us.
These moments of eavesdropping.
on our own existence.
is what and where we seek to revisit.
My God is long-winded.
And loves a good callback.
Especially if it involves a joke.
Always Autumn.
This is where we collide.
This is where we conclude.