Sometimes when I'm working,
loading endless tiny bottles on to
a carousel of glass,
I imagine I'm no place
near where I currently am.
Some place far away,
not anywhere special,
just somewhere else
like in a library bathroom,
or in my parent's backyard,
or in a tourist info-center on the highway.
I'm just sitting there with a
cup of coffee, that dispensed itself
out of a machine, and I'm not doing
anything.
I'm just relaxing
at a highway pit-stop
and it's overcast,
and I'm drinking coffee.
The birds are chirping,
the temperature is a mild fifty degrees,
and a man is changing his tire
with his family watching
from a safe distance.
The man is sweating,
to the point that it is
soaking through his shirt.
His son is sipping a cold beverage,
and his wife is cooling herself with
a battery powered fan.
His daughter is laying on the hood of the car,
when all of a sudden,
I explode.
