February 5, 2025 at 2:07 AM
February 2, 2025 at 7:49 PM
Maria Isabel, my
Lyft driver, spoke
no English.
Pink Floyd on the radio,
hair in a tight, bushy ponytail.
Her phone chirps directions in Spanish. The
Metallic clink of a thermos,
the smell of coffee.
Lyft driver, spoke
no English.
Pink Floyd on the radio,
hair in a tight, bushy ponytail.
Her phone chirps directions in Spanish. The
Metallic clink of a thermos,
the smell of coffee.
December 20, 2024 at 4:40 PM
Maria Isabel, my
Lyft driver, spoke
no English.
Pink Floyd on the radio,
hair in a tight, bushy ponytail.
Her phone chirps directions in Spanish. The
Metallic clink of a thermos,
the smell of coffee.
Lyft driver, spoke
no English.
Pink Floyd on the radio,
hair in a tight, bushy ponytail.
Her phone chirps directions in Spanish. The
Metallic clink of a thermos,
the smell of coffee.
Blue—not yet dawn.
The bus may arrive, or not.
If I don’t get there, I’m here.
In the end, this shelter is dust.
The bus may arrive, or not.
If I don’t get there, I’m here.
In the end, this shelter is dust.
December 20, 2024 at 2:08 AM
Blue—not yet dawn.
The bus may arrive, or not.
If I don’t get there, I’m here.
In the end, this shelter is dust.
The bus may arrive, or not.
If I don’t get there, I’m here.
In the end, this shelter is dust.