A Poem For Walking Down The Street To The Store

Leave your apartment and go left.
Notice how long the dry cleaner’s has been in business.
Do not notice the secret woodwind repair shop or the ledge in front of the hairdressers where you found a notebook one day, tried to get in touch with the owner via email, then left where you found it the day before it rained.
Cross the street because the luxury apartments have torn up the sidewalk.
While you wait for the light fantasise about fixing up, for either selfish means or good, the empty women’s center that’s been for lease for years.
Carefully read the graffiti on the for lease sign that says “Stop Moving to LA”.
At the store, get chips. Eat them while walking past two gyms.
Remember to look up at the paper planes outside Iman’s music shop.

From J30p77–78