Still mourning

The end of tenderness

I went to the Conservatory.

I saw some lovely

Mexican walking fish

Drew fishtail ferns

Talked to a soft-spoken rock star

Who is also a programmer 

And a bartender.

Waiting for my bus I couldn’t breathe:

I never had a problem in New York

But here it’s different.

In Garfield Park

Drivers turn their heads 

To look at you,

They stop their cars suddenly,

While you pretend to be busy with your phone.

Nonetheless,

I made it back home,

Wore my new glasses,

Learned a new Max MSP patch,

Made myself some pasta.