michael
jordan's coming back and
i roll my laundry down edgemont past the dead squirrel, past the fat little kid in his karate outfit and sneakers waiting for his mom to drive him to the boys club, past fountain, and into the coin laundry where the mexicans watch seinfeld until the chinese owner flips the channel to monday night football and i wonder if life could be any better. i fill up four machines and hear the ring ring of some bells and im hungry and it's a venezuelan with a shopping cart containing one steaming pot full of ears of corn. and first a lady gets an ear. then two men. then me. he speaks english well and i wonder if he knows he has a raiders tshirt and a jets hat? he sprinkles salt all over my corn and squeezes hot butter and wraps a napkin around the stick and i pay him a dollar and we're even. i stand outside the coin laundry cuz my corn is dripping butter and i wonder if life could be better and then jeanine takes me to midnight taco on vermont. |