[Name Removed] says he feels a droplet. This does not keep
the sun from careening into the bus as it bludgeons Nob Hill.
Romance filters through the tunnels, perking up passers-by.
It’s Tuesday and there’s a pain in my lower back on my left
side. Kidney? Liver? The Swedish massage therapist? The
shadowy figures burnt into my memory are gliding by the
sliced strawberries, grazing the frosted pitchers, creating
microclimates that follow us out the door and twist and
swirl into waterwheels that scrape stories off the tops
of our heads like a drive-through car wash.
the sun from careening into the bus as it bludgeons Nob Hill.
Romance filters through the tunnels, perking up passers-by.
It’s Tuesday and there’s a pain in my lower back on my left
side. Kidney? Liver? The Swedish massage therapist? The
shadowy figures burnt into my memory are gliding by the
sliced strawberries, grazing the frosted pitchers, creating
microclimates that follow us out the door and twist and
swirl into waterwheels that scrape stories off the tops
of our heads like a drive-through car wash.
