You could walk along, seeing the water in its pace, a bird sitting on a rock, flying up and up, to the other side without thinking twice about customs and passport. Spreading, gliding, shitting on a picture-taker like me.
Sometimes …
Kim Chinquee
Unlikely Places
The snow falls like heads of cabbage—people ducking, finding cover in the least likely places. I’m at the bookstore, where the week before there was a shooting. I got hit in the hamstring. I don’t really want to be here …
