Somewhere a pigeon is pounding over a McDonald’s. White paper bags with soggy bottoms are shoved through a rectangular window. Somewhere a man is receiving too much change at a convenience store. He won’t say anything but his ears will turn red. The clerk won’t notice, distracted by summer skin in the candy aisle. She thinks maybe a Snickers no maybe a Twix. Caramel. Somewhere a baby is kicking the back of a driver’s seat. If it could think it would think I like applesauce better than peas. Somewhere a girl is smearing vanilla ice cream across her cheek. She’s thinking about her freckles and whether boys like to kiss them. Somewhere a cowboy is shitting behind a cactus. He’s trying to keep the shit off his boots. Don’t hold the cactus. Soon, a scorpion will sting his asshole. He’ll cry out, then look around to make sure no one saw. Somewhere a homeless man in a Perry Ellis jacket is burping Doritos. Nacho Cheese. Somewhere a hand is moving toward a greasy lever. Somewhere a hand is holding a greasy face. Somewhere a husky is snoring in the sunshine, chin resting on paws. Somewhere a clean window stops short another pigeon’s flight. No one will see its wind-ripped fall, only its wet landing.
Mel Bosworth is the author of Freight (Folded Word Press, 2011) and Grease Stains, Kismet, and Maternal Wisdom (Brown Paper Publishing, 2010). Visit him at melbosworth.com
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Nice job, Bozzy! But she should've gotten a peanut butter Twix--before they made the ones with the chocolate cookie. The chocolate cookie ruined the peanut butter Twix. She should've gone to the store years ago, before they made the peanut butter Twix with the chocolate cookie...
ReplyDeletebig thanks, bones. and you are so right. always so right. BONES!
ReplyDeleteI believe all of these things are happening
ReplyDeletei believe i can fly
ReplyDeleteWhat would happen if the pigeon flew into the cactus?
ReplyDeleteyou have stumped me, rohan.
ReplyDelete