Lot Thirty
I was standing in line for food when I passed out, fainted I guess, and woke up on the floor I remember feeling guilty, like I had overslept, and how placid you looked appearing over me like a god, or its mother serene with stories and their embarrassments my elbow hurts. I realize I must have fallen on it you say I may have fallen forward if it hadn’t been for you I am lucky / I am grateful I am weak / I am let down gently / I am loathe to see the security footage, in which your reaction plays out like a silent film in which the faces of the beleaguered become everyone, black and white, at each moment assigned a time




so cool. the rhythm. your flow. breaths on beat with a red blinking dot [REC]. great read!
Oh man have I got a funny story for you