…twenty eight hours from south of Miami to Brownsville, and then ten more to Queretero and true home; a gas and bathroom break before the bridge, and all from the one van one pickup line up in glaring yellow lights in the all-night convenience store to use the restroom.
Thirsty vehicles, gallons and gallons of gas. A woman plays with a puppy on the gas and grease-stained parking lot, a break from the puppy, too.
They roll off, the bottoms so low that they scrape the driveway entrance.
Mexico calls; Florida is behind; their Mexico, and even their Florida.
…the transvestite skips home; he does not solicit; he does not ask for his usual fifty dollars; he simply skips along, angular body skipping ….
…Emergency Room workers smoke in the night; no emergencies; the night watchman sits in his golf cart and joins in; they finish their smokes and go back into the Emergency Room; the watchman starts his cart and creeps away ….
…a rooster by a resaca crows; the other neighborhood rooster is missing, perhaps now a soup or stew ….
…so, so easy to drift, walk, forget, step, Jupiter high, some clouds, the heat, the humidity ….
Sights
– June 18, 2010Posted in: Local Writers & Poets

















