check the script, i think a love scene is next

photo by articotropical

Tan with brown fleck, the tile in front of the cooler boxes in the grocery store---the doors fog obscuring the names on cartons of ice cream when someone opens one to take whatever---there is something strange about the light in here, it's too bright, too artificial & i feel like a college kid again, on a cheap date---two Ben n' Jerry's tubs and a movie. Cherry Garcia for me and caramel coffee for you, only it has a funny name i don't know. Hit the video kiosk perched on the sidewalk just outside---the stars always twinkle nice when it's cold out.

'you really should get some jeans that fit you better.'

'i like my jeans,' they are two sizes ago.

'they would show off your butt better.'

'exactly.'

it takes a moment for the heat to catch up, in the car, make it comfortable enough to relax. John Mayer acoustic, free fallin', through the parking lot, turn right, left at the light, all the store signs shine in vibrant color, drawing moths---i over take a white car, dive the entrance ramp & merge, fifteen minutes from home,
your hand on my arm, on an otherwise ordinary evening, your hand on my arm, elevating everything to an action adventure movie

'You've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky?'

'did you say something?'

'no, just thinking out loud, i guess,' flash my teeth, check the mirror for enemy agents, as the city fades behind us and we disappear between the shadows of rolling hills.

yes. yes i do.