I feel like she’s 37 years old wearing 51 badly, dying inside like certain kinds of dances around fires to speak through you,
a forest, if you weren't so taken with sparks.
But she wasn't given those words. She has not been told that she can definitely change the world. She knows some folks do, but not in convenience stores and NOT with lottery tickets.
So I finally ask her what I've been feeling the entire time I’ve been standin there,
still getting scared like I do sometimes, really REALLY ready to drive, I ask…
“Is this it for you? Is this all you’ll ever do?”Her smile
collapsed.
That tightly strapped-in pasty skin
went loose.
Her heart
fell crooked.
She said,
not knowing my real name...
Quote (Cratic @ Sun, Aug 24 2008, 10:18pm)
“I can tell, buddy, by the Mini Thins and the way ya drive,
That we’re both taken with novelty.
We’ve both believed in mean gods.
We both spend our money on things that break too easily like… people.
And I can tell that ya think you’ve had it rough,
So especially you should know:
It’s what I do -
I dream
I get high sometimes.
And I’m gonna roll outta here one day.
I just might not get to drive.