Set the scene:
(enter stranger, a girl dressed in shades of purple with purple hair. she smells of patchouli and couchsurfing, is carrying a beat up 5 year old macbook under her arm. She appears intimidated by the fact that she is in a STARBUCKS in Freeport, and probably wishing to avoid ridicule she quietly orders a grande soy vanilla latte. completes two answers on the public crosswords while she waits. reads her horoscope with a smile *Taurus is supposed to not be scared of ambiguity or reluctance, does this fit with her profile?* and retreats to a corner window).
Purple Girl: (aside) I wonder if all of these rich preppy folk ever sit here, look out the window at the brick wall and bench facing and appreciate the fading chalk pictures or just how cute the area is? There is a little chalk creature poking his tentacles out at me, another gasping, another smiling. It's nice, I appreciate the ambiguity. interpret it as belonging to me.
Barista: Venti Machilattelocaloco
Girl at adjacent table: like like like.
migratory creatures
In Mill-Town
concrete
is king
but
crackles upward
at a shimmer of
Canadian geese
perpetually
southbound.
or north.
and though pavement
will always be be-
neath me
I have known
the language
of the people of
the
parched
cracks. of
of those so
charged by
the shadows
of birds.
understood
how the real
becomes attached
to migratory
creatures.
