BEAST

I feel like a ravaged beast. Perhaps a revenging one. I’m shaking and going mad. My mind needs food and my belly needs words. It is all fucking turned upside down. There is a mime on my rooftop doing summersaults. I met a stranger in circus school on the BART. She had a sweet face and came from Massachusetts. The east coasters can smell each other here. I love her just for existing. Perhaps that’s what this weird ass place does to you. Makes you love out of necessity to cling to something you know. How can I whole city be uphill, I ask. I don’t fucking know but it is. But it is beautiful at the top. It is beautiful in its oddness. In its struggle to compete with the fast pace of others.

I am a beast here. A different beast than the east coast made me.