We had a long discussion about chemical
reactions. It
was a subject that always
seemed to come up.
Gertie stood watching the four of us
breakfast. She
wore an haute shawl
and a comical smirk.
Yesterday’s face went down with the
recyclables.
It’s true. I’ve no way to
defy the emotion.
I’ve no way
to relay the emotion.
I’ve no way to
emotion. Every
time he walks out
the door he alludes
to the possibility of his making a
buck on the street.
Of selling
his wares.
