i have plans to publish an entire book of poetry on bathroom stalls across the country.

& perhaps a novel or two on telephone booths, specifically those outside of all night diners in those nowhere towns.

im in love with small town america & all those old gas stations that have become landmarks for towns with populations of 487, where you see tractor crossing signs and the only traffic holding you up are the cows, mistaking that the grass just might be greener on the other side.

of course, i live in philadelphia where all i have are drunken nights stumbling home to no one. and writing all of my secrets down on napkins and leaving them on tables in pretentious coffeehouses where no one will ever read them anyways.

most importantly, i dont play games, and i walk girls home.