the entire metal band thought i was julie.
i don't even know julie.
but
carmine hugged me
thinking
i was her.
and
nick played me left and leaving
after i spotted the weakerthans poster
on the wall
in their practice space.

oxymoron.

miniature uno
and
french fries

bushwick to greenpoint
to
recovering drug addicts
and
sprite
and
a friends downstairs neighbor
who
knows who i am.

closing the bar
and
exiting through the back door.

next to the foosball.