Tuesday, January 23

• Through the dusty window, the parked cars reflecting the glaring winter sun create a shining path to the horizon.

• The two triangular holes in the window, like an off-kilter bird

• the bubbles lining the edge of the bucket take on its bright blue. Beneath, as from a great distance, you can make out the caked dust on the bottom.

• There is a unique nausea that comes with knowing you are going to be late to pick up your child. The empty road ahead of you, no bus or cab in sight. And the sick guilt sits on you all day.
• the winglike spill of the palm branches. The edges have a yellow tint,   which reflects that fluorescent vests of the policemen

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