take a walk, clear your head, forget the things you never said

omar says whats up angel
on haight street
im walking to get a burrito and i
take the long way
to pass by his house
stand on the curb
for five minutes
smoke a cigarette and chip my nail polish
take a left on webster
smile at some little girls
who dont smile back
on valencia i notice
my shoe broke probably somewhere by davey jones’s house
where there is a huge chunk of cement
sticking out of the ground
where once he ate shit on his skateboard
and we walked to divis
and got an ice cream
tonight its getting colder earlier
somewhere along mission
i notice its fall
and walk a little slower
three people on the sidewalk
do a sideways dance to avoid each other
but we brush elbows anyways
and i wonder how many peoples
elbows
have i brushed in this city
at 23rd i realize i forgot where
the burrito place was
the bank where it used to be
has turned into a dollar store
and im all flipped around
i buy a coconut popsicle from a man
who’s hands look like my fathers
take it to dolores
but its too late and people
are going through garbage cans
and drinking in the dark
i wait for the J train which takes me by
chuva’s house
i like to look in windows on church street
and watch people cook dinner, watch tv
smoke, one arm out the window into their night