
Natural Leaf Wraps
Bloodshot
Two in the morning, rain coming down, and the only thing still lit on the block is red. Steam off the grate, a door propped open, a sign that has been buzzing since before you got here. Whatever you came out for is inside.


Dark fruit
Black cherries, split and wet, catching the sign. Sweet going in, sharp on the way out.

One letter out
The tube has been dying for years and nobody has fixed it. By now it's part of the address.

Nobody stops here by accident
You either kept walking or you didn't. The ones who stop know exactly what they stopped for.
