1. A bubbled array of grafitti, glimpses from the window where the bright pinks pop and the blues blister their shape into the wall--barely recognizable words: Shake, Vortex. Scratches of paint under rooftops.
2. The deli counter of an Italian gas station--the slight musk of sweating meat and salt as the cashier pops her tongue against the butter yellow backdrop, existing between stacks of Japanese snacks and hulking thighs of pork.
3. Branches outside the train car, straining their arms over terracotta rooftops and veined power lines. They break and an alleyway of water yawns, full-bodied and green, stagnant but in a way that's awesome predatorial, waiting to smother the man and his bike that teeters on some muddy embankment staring towards the train tracks, dots of red and blue.
4. Coolness of Spoleto's stars grinding against the bar's heat. Trampling off-beat in a clumsy circle, the music took my sweat and swelter. Grinding air. Jerking hips.
The first three are fantastic, particularly the odd gas station imagery.
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