“The Price You Pay” (by Gerl.)

On the subway, on the way to tattoo parlor recommend by bianca, on our way to fix a gerl’s broken heart, my hands after swinging from the subway station sign.

“See, that’s the price you pay,” said the Gerl with playful disapproval. Then: “here, give me your camera.”

Some sentences stand out and echo. It is the price I pay.

And it is entirely a bargain.