outside of a bar in harvard, i mentioned how i’m
a real g, then you said ‘real g’s move in silence like lasagna.’ as we crossed
the street, 6 foot 7 foot by wayne was playing. i thought that was crazy, like
what’re the chances??
it seems like the universe is always up to something and i’m the one left to make sense of it all.
-ratha, 11:44pm, 6.19.21