May 27, 2012
I have been painting a sign for WonderRoot in Atlanta.
The heat was very hot and I sweated a lot. I take three steps to the north and one step back down. The sun drives away the bugs and dries out the sidewalk.
I left my friends to spend time with my paints. The hot breeze sucks the softness out of my skin. I exhale and blend the paint. I am lost. I eat my hat with a sprinkle of salt; sea salt.
I wave at the cars. I mumble to myself. I look west at the giant oak and south at the sky-high tower. Maria watches me fret. A mockingbird yells at the crow. Maria sips her cold drink. She snaps her photos. I break my blasted foreign-made plastic tools.
The sun will rise tomorrow and you will drive down the street. Please say, “Hi.”
– kyle
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