old Mexican men, with thick ruddy skin and white mustaches, stand in their Carharts and green cordoroys at the bus stop. cracked-skinned hands grip blue plastic lunch coolers, which later will double for chairs on their lunch breaks at the worksite. a bar with faux Mexican, “historic,” wooden arched entrance charms customers to duck inside [...]
i have 3 minutes to make an 8-minute walk. i am swimming through creme brulee. the warm, thick pudding drips, cascades through hair, sweetens my skin, flanks, thighs. like small spiders creeping to the safety of the concrete below. later, sugar crust sets in, within the barely air-conditioned steel ride to indiana.
“8-29-09″ 9:19 AM rekindle estranged relationship; may or may not involve a breakfast burrito 11:30 AM determine the course to consume 1:20 PM feel safe, welcome, home…ish 1:45 PM warm hands by friendly fires and put on that smile 2:27 PM i spy typewriters, birds, and bunnies… and soft snuggle toys 4:15 PM unexpected hike [...]
