Was the back wheel sideways while all others went straight? Is my sister the rickety back wheel of our family? Is my mom the man in uniform – collecting the carts, pushing them together and lining them back up in their proper places?
Is my cousin the grocery carts, I mean the stacks of boxes at the back – in the cooler – waiting there empty and cold… really hard to break down and toss in recycling?
What am I in this empty parking lot scene…
I might be a pebble of gravel on the surface of the pavement. Maybe a dented car door… I might be a gust of wind redirecting the cart ever so slightly that it knocks the back wheel in it’s place… rolling smoothly with the rest.
LOL. Of course – I’m the almighty ‘fixer’ in this scene… which is truly a load of poop.
I could be a shiny handle covered in covid residue, or feces… or lip smackers or kid boogers… we all could be any of these things at any given moment – time of day dependent – caught off-guard or ready to perform for an audience.
I’ve been binge-watching ‘The Staircase’ and am finding it weirdly addictive. I feel like as an empath I can see the truth in someone’s actions, reactions, responses… but it really has me wondering… and I’m not so sure.
where rivers are born 