things i noticed while walking to pick up sushi

• a wet old phonebook in the grass
• the huge slanted roof of the church, a fathom high
• the balconies of the student apartments, shaped like birds' nests
• pale blue berries in the low bush
• the way a skittish student looked behind himself, right at me
• a torn up brown paper bag that wasn't there before
• the slim grey branches of a sapling
• the delivery man's boxes piled on the sidewalk, labeled "tomato paste"
• the way my feet push me forward despite hurt
• the eyeless buildings looking back