Blue Factory Flame That song came on as I was driving to Target on rainy streets. Tears moved towards my stubbled chin. Before the marriage, before I went on that street with her, before that ended and I was on my way to Target to buy clothes, there was this song. Sitting in my mildewed apartment in Turtle Creek. Yuengling sweating by the open window. Cigarette smoke coming from deep within me and filling the day-dark livingroom.

When I die, put my bones in an empty street
To remind me how it used to be

Found two shirts pretty easily. I always try them on. I don’t want to take any risks. Make any mistakes. The one was a little tight, but I liked the fit. The shirt and I, we fit well together. With time, I’ll forget and I’ll put it in the dryer and it will shrink. And I’ll be back on that street, going to Target to return that ill-fitted shirt.

They ain’t proud colors, but they’re true colors of my home
Where I am, paralyzed by the emptiness  ¶ 2:21 PM