College town Sunday,

The dark circles under the eyes of the streets

Are from no sleep.

They were up late

Watching people vape.

The sounds of people laughing nervously

And fake how-do-you-do's

Turn into true blues,

And the smell of real vomit

On the sidewalk pavement.

The streets are harder in this part of the city.

They can't afford to have pity,

And so, they don't.

-jenn