Vitamin Whiskey

I missed my train tonight and decided to walk home via Route 246.

I saw this man in a sidewalk garden between two orange cones. He had built a little house of paper sturdy enough to leave his neck exposed.



Cold and dizzy, I asked if there was any extra room in his house. He welcomed me with clear eyes. We drank vitamin whiskeys and he told me about the time he was bitten by a squirrel.



I sang a song for him about the price of coffee and how I can't find any shoes my size. He sang back about the cracks in his toilet (the wall). He touched my face in the searing light of oncoming traffic and asked me what fashions we can be expecting this autumn.