this is my declaration that i live in DC and am sinking into loyalty for it like being eaten by a large overstuffed couch... or a venus fly trap. loyalty is not a word i generally use in a positive way. this is a new feeling, and it's good. i think it's called home.
i tried to escape DC my whole life, only to be sucked back in time and again by what could be called circumstances but really should be labeled choices because that's what they were.
what a flawed city. a vehemently self-loathing place, like a good poet. destroying herself with cigarettes and ashing on the work produced out of her confusion, but the work itself cleans up beautifully. the audience applauds, although they may not really understand.
is DC more complicated or worth writing about than another city? i don't believe in loyalty at the expense of what you haven't declared loyalty to although that is a contradiction so maybe i should just say DC is where i am and want to be at this moment of my life, which is hurling around.
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