Three Pieces
November 15, 2008
A bite on the radio, that bit me: one street over from our park, a man shot in the chest last night.
Leaving my driveway, two boys in bright red slogan & commercialized loungewearish track suits greeting joyfully middle-aged women swathed in African prints.
The sky starts to ice over, like a windshield.
Entry Filed under: about the park. .
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