That sweet night

French fry napkins on dark jeans,

I’m the messiest eater you’ll ever meet.

Could always use more coffee,

massages, dark chocolate, and retail therapy.

Wish I knew more about art,

but art museums are boring.

I aspire to collect typewriters;

but only for admiring.

Candid and frozen

like a sunset of trees,

well lit and learning

to not grow gently

into that sweet night.

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