Jun 11, 2009 15:01
Hannah and the Ill-fitting Wig
Hannah has dirty
hair, I tell you through
the open window. She is
a dirty blonde. You
shake your head at me,
pushing your shopping
cart as your yellow
lab trudges ahead,
his heavy belly
bobbing from side
to side. You start
to sing about the flag
again, adjusting your
flowered hat, leaving
paper petals with
every unsteady step.