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Show Go Love/103 around the parking lot perimeter where road-dusty blackberries are going purple My mouth is salty. I mean to say that my mouth tastes like I've gnawed a salt block all 1077.3 miles from Melbourne Beach, Florida up to Lonoke, all those miles grit between my teeth Renee's bought barbecue sandwiches from Mean Pig, and a plastic half-gallon of Popov Vodka. "Bold and Judy are here " "Here?" "Here." "Where?" "Out there. They've got a room." "What did O.W. say?" "Nothing." "What?" "I didn't call yet" "Well you better." Renee starts unpacking the watery cooler into our mini-fridge. "You should. Right now." Lara's cartoon is Power Puff Girls, these super hero bitches from second grade or something who're beating the Jesus out of some poor bad guy. "Help," he says. "Enough, enough," he cries. Lara screams when I click the tv off, as if I've committed violence Renee says, "Hell, Joey." On a chair outside the front door, out in the humid night, cicadas make that ratchet noise that gets inside your teeth. Across the street, a snowcone vendor does business where the whale was parked. A bare bulb shines-I can see his head. |