The red shirt fell off on my way to the liquor store running from the spoiler, spilling on the ground like a lake of fresh foaming blood drowning insects and pebbles who never thought they had to learn to swim. They cast you away because you were too much for them, but you know you aren’t too much at all, no one will listen to them anyway, or will they? It’s not like you can’t be too sensitive about these things because everything is ephemeral anyway, it won’t matter two days from yesterday or four from tomorrow, all that matters is this time here now in this perfect sand moment, a grain in a million maybe but it’s still the one you’re talking about and it’s still the one sitting in your hand and it’s everything you ever wanted and it’s everything that ever mattered and it’s the only thing you have.
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