The wind howls in the cool wet darkness
The rains ease graciously
The heavy truck door is forced shut by the storm’s breeze
Only to be stopped from latching shut
by my knee…
ACK!
Synapses
send sparks
and flames
to my brain
The knee burns
and throbs
Maybe it bleeds
Not enough to soak through my jeans
Hey, you got any cash??
I need a hotel room tonight, and I ain’t got no money.
Sorry, man.
No cash here.
Fluorescent lights
Pupils constrict
Coffee beans
Organic
dark blend
Chocolate, Citris, Almonds.
White wine
Chardonnay
Vanilla, Oak, and Apples.
An overly talkative checker
You two find everything okay?
Oh wait, you aren’t together…
Well, that’s awkward…!!
Now is your chance….
You can crack open your breath mints before you talk to her if you want.
The poor twenty something froze.
His tennis shoes probably a gift from mom,
shortly before she became an empty nester.
All he wanted was his nutella snack,
and his ice breakers mints.
He fumbles to get through the line.
Still he does not turn back.
Back to the cool dank night
Dog kibble scattered on the ground.
Her pupils
pin point
dark to light
light to dark
pin
point.
Well, NOW can I have money.
Sores cover her pale face
Short hair knotted sporadically atop her head
No, you cannot have money.
I am not your ATM.
The dog eats her kibble
off the concrete.
A sense of entitlement
used by instability.
Drunk off the overindulgence of humanity.
-K. K. Powell
