race

cab slushie

     I ran

so goddamn

hard to find 

     the three

of them 

    smoking

outside

snows on 

black suede

my Matsuda's

medium  
    small 

pinholes of light 

through fists

I admired her colors

all they could talk 

about was race

I knew I couldn't stay    

any longer, so I hightailed it

I threw in my white cards

I snubbed hugs unknowingly

being only concerned with myself

and my transparent vomit

which I took as don't worry