the day it drizzled

last night i had a dream that my grandpa was crying blood. driving up vermont today, i saw a woman drop her baby on the sidewalk, but it was only a sweatshirt (which i could tell because it didn't make a sound). one of the girls behind me at this no-longer-homeless-friendly coffee shop is saying, i've always wanted to kiss a black man, but i don't want to be the white slut he brags about to all his friends, ha ha ha. the soundtrack is fleet foxes fleet foxes (2008), and outside there's wind in the cigarette smoke and a girl with a broken arm.