I don't know if you notice anything

tonight it's chocolate stout beer and guitar picking and i'm so far away. it's cumin and i'm staring at a city that winks and puddlejumps and waves goodbye as it pirouettes mid-air. it's so easy here, all the moving sidewalks and free samples of sushi and the salsa dancing on every corner. it would be so easy to say i can't do this and hide myself in the snow and the dirt and the corners of billiard halls where my white tank top is yellow with dust by the time the sun comes up. but tonight, it's middlesex by jeffrey eugenides and letters to everyone i know in my head and so much space everywhere. i revel in it, and i'm sorry.