Thursday, February 23, 2012

Calculated Holidays

On Black Friday, a Few Hours after This is Written, a Man is Trampled by a Swarm of Shoppers

Walking home tipsy with a belly full.

A man walks up to me.

A freeway runs above us.

He asks for the money he thinks I have.

In exchange he offers a few bruises and a stiff neck.

I tell him he can’t take from me.

It is Thanksgiving.

A timepiece appears from his pocket.

The time is turned my way and then away:

12:31 A.M. blinks in my head

He tells me:

“It is not Thanksgiving.”

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