Hatred would have been easier. With hatred I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear metallic one-handed unwavering unlike love.

Love blurs your vision but after it recedes you can see more clearly than ever. Its like the tide going out revealing whatevers been thrown away and sunk broken bottles old gloves rusting pop cans nibbled fishbodies bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes not knowing the future. The ruin youve made.

In my dreams of this city I am always lost.