I slipped outta my skin as
the fog sunk in, swirled
around the buildings, hiding
pasts and peoples. Dreams from
the night before swam
around me and I finally let go.
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Crossroads
I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness