IT IS BETTER TO BE AN IMPERFECTIONISTThe sidewalks are dotted...

IT IS BETTER TO BE AN IMPERFECTIONIST

The sidewalks are dotted with gum and a man pushes a wobbly cart built with an old wheel chair, selling shaved ice. A sweaty citizen unplugs a hydrant and the corner floods. A pit bull attacks the gusher. It bites and bites but cannot take hold of the water with its teeth. The dog’s owner finally drags it away. The hunger is always greater than the need.

“Isn’t the sun awesome?”

“Yeah. I’ve always been a fan.”

A man claps a domino onto a card table near the gushing water and dudes press iron on a bench next to that. A car door opens, releasing horns and drums onto everything. A woman dances. One of the men wears a T-shirt with a picture of himself wearing the T-shirt with a picture of himself wearing the T-shirt with a picture of himself wearing the T-shirt with a picture of himself wearing the T-shirt with a picture of himself wearing and that could go on forever.

“Just because I don’t remember why, doesn’t mean there’s not a reason.”

Rooftops are silver now, not black. There is nothing to do when the embers hit your skin other than enjoy them. Balls of light as people beat the primate. Face colors. Ego-friendly. A bee lands on the ledge and it wants its photo taken.

Are you where you are or somewhere else?