The temperature drops quickly in quiet Sacramento suburbs. A sushi restaurant closes early after a kitchen fire. Adolescent ghosts play in a soggy water park. The evening peaks at the euphoria of work. Geisha tattoos meet placeholder scars. Sleep is fitful under the wan light of lonely bedrooms. The first poisonous drops of addiction bead on the back of my hands as I fold good-morning paper cranes.
12:19 a.m. - 2018-01-16
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