I spot the crosses on the side of the road
they’re everywhere
so many have died.
I drive up the two lanes of traffic
while the traffic
spews their anger.
I have left work
for the in-between world
of reality.
My fantasy apartment awaits
I get there, and the backed up electric bill
shocks me
Thai food always makes me feel better
So, I fill out the bills and visit the restaurant that’s never open
they do a great business
everyone wants their food, but they have odd hours
and you always feel lucky, when their door opens
the girl takes my order, in classy black
she dresses like a lady of the 20th century
like a preserved wine
or maybe it’s the dark lighting in the restaurant
a Shangri-la
a woman, the light of reality cannot fade
“How spicy?”
“5”
“15 Minutes.”
“Thank You.”
I walk to the mailbox and a horn honks
I drop my letters in the damp parking lot
and upon picking them up, I look up
where a great rainbow flows into the sky
symbolic of the magic still within reality
I get my food and eat in bed
listening to the traffic outside
pleasure and pain are so close to me
In the morning, I wake up
full of stomach aches…
I take in poison to make myself immune
nothing can kill me
I release it
it brings me pleasure
I write these words
for magic, for the rainbow, for a way to beat death in life.