Fugitives We wait in the car while the engine purrs / and I shiver in my Woody sweater / like it’s raining outside
Lonely Without Friends The father stares down ten-year-old Darien. The boy rises and walks to the corner to wait for the light, then steps into the street and picks up the bottle. He brings the bottle back to his father.
The Relaxed Version of a Man I sip my drink and read a book. The drink is fruity, over sweet, and alcoholic -- I hate drinking in the daytime, but I am on vacation and play the part. The book, it’s okay. If nothing else, it shades the irksome sun from my face.
Balaclava He ignored his customers’ penetrating glares and sly whispers and began stacking cage eggs.
teeth dreaming there are no giants / there are no talking fish / there is no megalodon, / the dream is over.