A thread of teal pollution
Seams the skyscrapers together
Stitched together by elaborate tattoo bridges
Double fingered cigarette smiles
Dimly lit by bamboo vases
Our outdoor tobacco pagoda
Long sidewalk night stretching for blocks
Street people, flashy cadillacs
Drag queens and yuppies on dinner dates
Because that's Rose City
And it's true
I checked out my yoga instructor
Frequently,
All through class
Which is almost sacrilegious
Because hippies do yoga
Like Christians do church

microfiction

Things to remember:
http://www.bearparade.com/iwillneverwriteabook/2006/04/my_life_is_a_typo.html
"Yesterday I was Talking to Myself" by Ellen Kennedy

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