3/28/12

Hidden behind wrought iron bars and a giant evergreen, it's a paradise jail. Criss cross applesauce next to a hand saw, half a pack of Diet Coke and plastic wrap. It's a trashy balcony, so no one else is drawn here. A hard toss up, either outside with the self righteous recycling fiends or inside with a whining child of a roommate. I escape to my scratchy tiled sanctuary, away from her and as far into Bellingham as I'm willing to venture. The branches open arms wide like the stereotypical pose of 'come at me bro' shielding me from the road. I am alone, staring through elegant swirling prison bars.