I’D RATHER BE SHIT-TALKING ON FACEBOOK
Walking today in the park
109 degrees
sky like strychnine
my sweat burns my eyes
no breeze
I see a little dirty
white pick-up truck
with the sign on it:
“J P’s Air Conditioning
We’re Cool if You’re Cool.”
The driver sips a purple slurpy
in the shade of a mesquite tree
Mexican music from his radio
and the electric chirrup of a thousand cicadas…
I walk through a flock of pigeons
pecking in the grass
just to feel the wind from their wings.
