STICKER POLE ARCHIVE / 14TH & TENDER
every torn tab was a way to say stay
Someone wrote your name in gum-wrapper cyan. Someone taped a sunset to a signal pole. Someone circled the button and called it a moon.
DON'T
CURB 00:17 / LUV.ST
RED LIGHT CONFESSION
LUV
I almost crossed when your shadow crossed mine.
luv?
look left
missed you at 12:03
wait
RAIN-SLICK SIGNAL
WAITING IS A WEATHER
REHTAEW A SI GNITIAW
the little signal heart splits in the rain, then keeps glowing anyway.
LOOK
LOVE IS CROSS TRAFFIC
HOLD MY GREEN
NO TURN ON ACHE
MEET AT THE BLINK
CROSSWALK CHORUS / ALL SIGNALS UNSENT
blink blink, heart, blink
Street labels sing in bad timing. Each small sign swears it saw the glance first.
AFTERIMAGE ALLEY
your almost-here keeps smearing the glass
phone-booth scratches, violet window spill, chalk arrows pointing toward the sentence we didn't finish.
LUV.ST
→→→
GREEN-WALK RELEASE / 00:00
now cross, little signal heart
The boulevard exhales. The crosswalk stripes stop guarding the night and become a path.