we were working the registers one day.
it was storming.
the sky and the tiles matched.
i put my head in my hands,
closed my eyes.
next thing i knew she was gone,
her shoes and socks left in a pile
like an occult stick formation in the woods.
then i saw her outside,
jumping in a puddle of rain.
heat death of my dumb ass brain.
scrolling, scrolling, scrolling,
watching holocaust docs on my phone,
texting a girl from 9th grade.
she said she wanted to go to Mexico with me.
she had a vacation home there.
it was cheap bc of the cartels.
hit my head on the bar above my bed,
accidentally stepped on the cat,
spent a few minutes apologizing about it.
stayed up till 2 figuring out what i did wrong.
the girl didn’t reply.
stared at the power outlet for an hour.
eyes radiant bc of the surrounding darkness,
laughing to keep warm,
i make a joke about a movie
from a few years ago.
my friend repeats it louder,
and it lands.
a firetruck passes,
and i laugh
’cause it looks like a candy apple from this angle.
a path off of Wooster
a ways off the road.
i take a deep breath
an hour of wading through streams
and throwing rocks at bigger rocks.
i bathe in creek water
more than i do the resplendent sunlight.
the creek ends and a path emerges.
someone must have taken it yesterdy.
buds are on the ground.
branches are torn and broken.
i emerge from the thicket, and my feet hit pavement.
the ground feels even at last.
i walk down the corporate driveway
at last, i reach the main drag,
busy as ever,
and hit up a Dunkin Donuts for iced coffee.
the kung pao shrimp at pf changs
is not as good as it used to be.