hmm  as he walked up the hillthe paved drive to his house what was it that he thought he would remember what was it that he thought that he would remember whawas it he thought hed remember . . 

                                                                                        an incantation abracadabra mantra but finding that saying it over and over again wasnt bringing him closer to Eureka! The Promised Land a land he promised himself he would rememberthought hed remember before he left the crowded grocerystore parking lot before burying his nose in a book as he walked home

he came out through the automatic sliding glass doorsautomatically stripping the quarantine mask from his face a breath of smokecrowded yelloworange air a graying man wearing a braided ponytail closing his pickups doorso many pickup trucks in the parking lot not work trucks big obscene gas-guzzlers that made some kind of statement he still hadnt heard it though he listened about the person who drove it 

maybe what it was that he thought he would remember occurred to him inside the store

the cashier

           cropped curlyblonde hair dyed it didnt match their complexion fine dark arched eyebrows wideset big eyes fine facial bones feminine he nearly said Hey, baby but on their flat chest their nametag read Justin

he didnt call Justin Baby

Hows it going man

I’m beat.

Have the Holiday yesterday

I didn’t.

Too bad If its any consolation its hundredaneight degrees outside

It is, isn’t it?  Justin sounded like a wicked female Red Queen Queen of Hearts Mirror mirror on the wall

                                                                                                             Justin was very fair an attractive young man who probably wouldnt have minded if he slipped up and called him Baby

It is  Air at home

I play like Im living in Death Valley. Run out to the car, Air. Run into the house, Air’s going. This flower melts in the heat.

he smiled broadly under his black mask was he flirting

Justin smiled under his babyblue mask

they rattled on about this and that and that and this and concluding their transaction Justin said  See you again, Honey did he ask a question

Be cool

a buxom chica in a spaghetti-strapped black top was kneeling in the aisle eyeballing canned goods  he couldnt-help-but-eyeball her themed tats flowers vines serpents that wound over her shoulders down into the chasm of her cleavage

she looked up at him over her mask

                                       bandito

he wasnt going to act like he wasnt looking not from his vantage point

                                                                          Just at the bank and I asked the teller if other customers had said out loud how uncomfortable it was entering a bank wearing a mask

her eyes squinted she hear him right she laughed boisterously  entertained

Yare tattoos insane  Whats admission to see the works

her laughter went boisterous-squared

                                        Honey, if you gotta ask, you cant afford it.

Touche Its fantastic 

Thank you.

Honey

Was that it

Nobody called him Honey

Was Honey what he thought that he would remember

                                                                  Fuck it Whynot

nearly 1500-ish,  Thursday,  10  9. 20

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