Thursday, November 29, 2012
Notes found on the yellow tiled wall of the rest stop bathroom read as messages from beyond, as warnings to humanity. THIS IS THE END, written in green sharpie, WE WERE WITNESSES TO OUR OWN LIVES. WE LISTENED TO OUR SPORTS EQUIPMENT, WE HELD OUR OWN AGAINST THE GLOWING ASH. IF YOU FIND MY BODY, BURY IT WITH A TUBE OF CHAPSTICK AND A CRAYON THE COLOR OF THE MOON. I COULD HAVE LEARNED TO PLAY THE BANJO AND INSTEAD I FOUGHT WITH DOGS AND TOSSED EMPTY FORTIES OFF OF THE OVERPASS. I ATE GRAY STEAK. I SAT WITH MY HEAD DOWN IN THE DARK LIBRARY AND LISTENED TO THE HOT RAIN SIZZLE ON THE CEMENT, THINKING OF MY FATHER AND HIS ACCIDENT WITH THE FAX MACHINE.