For SWF, From everyone on the 71
You dripped your umbrella drips into our laps, then you shook it out like it was a spiny, polka-dotted dog.
No one on this bus wants to pursue a relationship with you.
The 21 Hayes, Divisadero
SWM for SWM
On one wrist, an expensive-looking gold watch–on the other, a rubber band. You hit me in the head with your briefcase, but didn’t notice, and I scowled at you for a little while, but you remained impassable behind your glasses. What lies beyond those big, dark shades?