counterfeit. new york
I wasn’t in new york this morning but it was summer and the roads were paved and they served bagels for breakfast. the time zone was pacific and a war was on the television. i was wearing sweatpants with stripes down the side when we passed the community garden, hunting for coffee and thirsting for a few solid hours together. i think it costs more than a hundred dollars to mint a hundred dollar bill to fend off all the counterfeits. a liberty bell like gold braille pushes off the paper, and blue 100’s levitate up a sleeve. i’m calling my pops on father’s day, the phone is ringing, mom picks up. i run some interference and fingers through the weave.
|vitamin k. 2017|