zagreb

sometimes my body stretches thinner than i can stand, elbows embedded in asphalt and unfocused eyes towards the streetlights, but i think it's all worth it in the end. a little bittersweet - deep and earthy, almost sharp. night rides where we strap beers to the backs of our bikes and switch places at each stop, hopping back and forth in the cold. circles through fountains just deep enough. divebombs into shrubbery, and endings too abrupt.

i'm as needy as the next. i need someone else to be strong and joyous for me sometimes. the odds aren't in our favor. on the bus to croatia i kept waking up kicking the seat in front of me, jerking in my sleep while i dreamt of sudden collisions and different ways to fall off of my bike. you've practiced too many of them already.

zagreb didn't speak to me, but i hardly gave her a fair chance. we hunched over zines in the midst of a fashion show and tore our eyes away only to marvel at the painted bodies of those girls when they finally unzipped their hoodies.

i tell everyone i meet that i'd stay in vienna longer if only only only i could; lately things have been so nice over here that it's hard to remember where i fit in the midst of all that is chicago.