Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • black and white san francisco skyline with fog
    SF

    In May, the fog slips

    Into the city nestling

    Against glass and steel

    I am perched at the bar and

    Swim in music and murmurs

Karl’s City

Wake to walk the dog

Karl’s wrapped around the buildings

Swirling ghosts slip by

I tense, sight of empty streets

vacant sidewalks, dog sniffs shits

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