#happy donuts

[elizjjwold]

by Elizabeth Johnson-Wold

[ravenclawreign]

[picthemoment]

[knight-in-sour-armor]

[hypestcypress-blog]

Maps

On a map there is reduction. Lives squeezed into inch or pixel scales. Squalor and splendor become lines with street names. Purely functional.

On a map the block ends. It is a distance until the next one. Your irrelevant avenue is too long, My essential street is cut short.

On the street, there is an infinite dimension. There is a breeze. My map doesn’t tell me how it felt When the moon reached over the cypress blocks away While I stood outside happy donuts Sucking sugar off my fingers Drunk Talking to the Noe Valley chefs Stopping at the church & 24th to smoke While they ride their mountain bikes Home to the mission