I sat on a bench the other day;
rainy, windy, cold, bitterly cold,
I sat…waiting for the
A piece of drenched paper, crumpled,
dirty, driven by the wind
attached itself to
my legs like a hungry chigger
I snatched it from around my shin
to discard with disdain…piece of
wet, scratchy, piece of shit
paper – i noticed some writing
It read, smudges and all:
“What if loss was an introduction
What if darkness was a shortcut
What if sadness was a decoy
Jesus! My mind screamed silently.
What the f*&^#!! I thought again.
Serious stuff for an old piece
of wet, crumpled paper.
I began to take this seriously.
“What does this mean?” I thought.
“Why did this happen now?” I thought again.
“What do I do?” I thought…
Lot’s of thinking going on here.
Just then an old lady pushing a shopping cart
waddled by, snatched the paper out of my grasp,
blew her runny nose with purpose, such a noise,
and tucked the paper into the
shopping cart amongst her other
She looked at me, winked, and said “thank you.”
The bus came and I got on. Lucky for me I had exact change. Bus drivers get finicky about stuff like that.