born to morning frost

as long as quasi-strangers continue to approach me in the streets, in stores, in various types of terminals, in restaurants, in bathrooms, while volunteering, ad continuum, and tell me about -

their crappy day at work, how i but slightly resemble sarah mclaughlan, how i must obviously not be a montealer (x3), their HPV, their dog, their love for russian hip hop, their love for the martial arts, their love for leonard cohen, the intensity of the weather on various scales, why some black men are drawn to white women, the ethics of sex between an older man and younger woman, henry miller, and if i will go to florida with them..

i will never be alone.