Stories by Ben

Come rob the city of its warmth with me.

Pocket a pack of your favorite cigarettes —

I’ve got the lighter —

And we’ll walk the streets with shared smoke

and stories made for the drunk night-crawlers

Finding rides to new beds with old friends.

We’ll watch this world rotate round its axle

From here. Come with me —

I have front row seats to this great turning show.

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Pulled from the archives. Originally drafted in 2018.