today i was so quiet i put my hands up in the air to block sound waves from hitting me. i made myself a wind tunnel. then i nuked a frozen burrito, and headed out to the parking stall under the shade of the evergreens. jesus christ of latter day.
a pinecone falls.
a black and red mask. breathless on the pavement. so– if all do their duty they need not fear harm — and just this once, i’m not in the wrong place at the right time.
someone asks what i’m looking for. quiet — not people. my tuna salad, and my plastic air lock lid container. i’m looking for my parents.
today was monday the 13th, and nothing like sunday the 12th. a sweet memory now. eating ice cream off a plastic knife.
for d’Verse prompt