when hospital elevators break down,
there’s a bad forecast in the kvetch talk,
but a gurney and an iv wake people up to their privilege
and so does the happy panza of the world.
“guess what we did this past weekend?”
asks a somewhat obese lady not looking for an answer.
“19 of us women went to the northern woods and ya know what we did?
asks the same somewhat obese lady not looking for an answer.
“we drank beer and talked about sex.”
the sour puddle of people waiting for an elevator turned into a moonshine dance.