The Life and Death of Dear John (Ritter's, Port Orange, FL)

So while eating

frozen custard with the street rods parked nearby you seemed hesitant and you sat down beneath an unremarkable picnic table umbrella and while other people drove in and parked on the grass because parking was so scant you stared through me and beyond and looked. bewildered and I called the funeral parlor for the ambulance while you puked protest and false teeth and eyes turned to white and people surrounded you like a Busby Berkeley flower dance and uncoiled upon command by a nurse in the

crowd and this was where

you came to wonder if

someone off camera

had gathered up the wind in the hollow of his hands and wrapped your blood and

tears in a mantle