i saw an old friend
standing against a brick wall
cigarette in hand
like it was a different time
(i don't see people smoking cigarettes that often any more)
i waved and walked up to her
getting closer to the smell of smoke
that reminded me of being in my 20s
standing against a brick wall
cigarette in hand—
a different time
leather jacket, doc martens
and a bauhaus tee
the band, not the school
"gropius fan?" i remarked,
mistaking her shirt for the school
not the band
she stared at me blankly
and then smiled
"oh i don't listen to them, i thrifted this"
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In 2001, I was in Beijing for the first time and was so excited to come across a pretty, young local lady wearing a Black Flag t-shirt. I ran up to her and asked her if she liked Black Flag. She looked confused, perhaps a language thing. I pointed to her shirt and she kinda understood. "Oh, I don't know, it's my boyfriend's", she said in pretty clear broken English. Onwards then, into the rest of the day.