I sit behind the counter now, wishing I knew what to do. Sleep in the car on the way home. Wrap it all around a telephone pole. Take out the highway. Afros on a one-way street whisper softly my name like spinach for slobber before the ice cream wagon could get in reverse.
Automobiles seem to be the hot topic of the day.
Meanwhile, I'm having sex to visions of weight benches and phone breath. I also imagine I'm skating on ice with violins for intestines and cartoon mushrooms waving niacin eyebrows. If it's going to hurt, please insert it with vaseline gum. In science, on the whole, physical cause dominates. In biology, however, Darwin took a dump.