at the mouth of the manhatatan bridge deja vu a girl screams and throws her iphone at me and it lands at the mouth of the manhattan bridge and i whip around and i realize its not about me because she’s crying. so she walks and pulls her phone out from underneath a black car and keeps typing and i walk over the manhattan bridge. something’s falling out of my pocket of the jacket i pulled out from under my bed bent film strip. i remember my hand picking it up but not when where. go back to the gallery kate says there’s a new one i say yeah right. sit in the grass pose for my picture and avoid looking the devil in the eyes. what bad luck (fate). That chick with priya in her name can’t remember. Understand she might not be everyone’s taste but i think she’s very pretty. Bad luck (fate) again but I can laugh because I am not the one that is scared. I put the big blanket on my bed