living in san francisco

the mission smells
like mexican food

and weed

like enchiladas

and blunts

what a strange collection

of human bits

of children’s laughter

and mariachi music

of salvation screamers

and construction workers

of young and

impossibly old

i live

in a cultural

time warp


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