BREAKPOINT
Never understanding why, I went
ahead anyway. It was 28 degrees
by the clock on the siding. Temps
shown also. I wondered who ever
had first mixed the two things.
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A fistful of sawdust felt a bit
warmer, but not by much - than
the open air by the siding; than
the loading dock under the hood.
I guessed it was just cold everywhere
and there was nothing to be done.
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Fifteen years ago, I'd have had
coffee. Twenty-five years ago,
still a cold beer. The outside air
never mattered for that. Bikers
are dumb in those ways; and the
girls with those terra cotta sweaters,
were always showing nipple.
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An old friend, Claude, once said
to one of them, 'Hey, where do you
girls buy those sweaters with bumps
in them?' She laughed and said,
'Nowhere you'd ever be, asshole.'
I guess we all laughed, but, really
I forget.
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