routine

it's warm tonight on clement street. i just want to get out the house. headaches and naps and nightmares. neck pain, stomach aches, ejaculate. i finally do my sun salutations in the morning. all of my routines are askew since moving back. fuck i want some crack! no kidding, but maybe something sweet. the blue danube is too bright and crowded. same for toy boat. i need dark and dirty cafe. oily, sour, bitter, and blah. at the library i return a slighty read book in the after hours drop. two guys sitting outside with their laptops, the wi-fi is on all night. on craigslist, a human urinal is looking for dom piss tops. i think about responding. i mean, i am in the neighborhood, so maybe... i take Henri to mountain lake park, but then i have to go to the bathroom. what is it with me and lakes? walking past green apple books, i spot michelle tea's novel Rose of No Man's Land in the discount bin, marked down to $2.98 and finally, i feel like smiling. not because i'm happy that her book is unloved and unwanted, but because i just read it, a library copy, and it's funny to see it sitting there on the dark street, waiting to be discovered and for such an amazing price!