Light is barely lifting off glittering asphalt streets. Dew makes things look pretty and new. Vomit on side walks almost looks fake in the early morning. I have half convince myself I feel alright.
I keep swallowing, hoping that what ever was left in there knows that it better stay down. It's too late for me, nothing would come out any ways.
All I'm left with are the shakes.
Sun shine is bouncing off store windows like the ringing of a bell. It makes my red eyes water. Why can't the piercing sunlight have a little mercy on me this morning?
I hale a cab and plop in. I could walk but I have to be there four minutes ago, so I sacrifice the seven bucks for ten extra minutes on my face. A girl has gotta put on her face if she's going out into the world to sell things. He's talking, I'm searching my purse to make sure I've got everything. Wallet, phone...
"You know? Like, I don't even wear a watch. I'm just really low-tech"....
...make-up bag, tampons.
Did he just say he was "low-tech" because he didn't have a watch? He drives a car but resists an instrument measuring time. That makes sense. Cars take you places. Time takes them away.
The wee hours of the morning are filled with clarity and humility. I only wish we could chose one.
