the Detroit-Superior Bridge against blue sky and calm water still strikes me as unnervingly, jarringly beautiful, even as I pace impatiently worrying about potential mugging because the effing 25 bus refuses to stop in the populous areas of Public Square, thus forcing me to wait on a deserted corner a block from a check-cashing dive. cleveland to me is like an old lover I ditched years ago for being Completely Unsuitable in Every Way whose face still makes me feel a rush whether I want to or not, *marlene dietrich voice* i can't help it. i always loved cle and wanted it to love me back but it's always been collectively too stupid to know what side its bread was buttered on. The Land of the Lost. Opportunity, that is. Black gold. Texas Tea.