TITLE: "Aw man! I dropped my box of Mike and Ike's in this puddle." "Dude, it's cool. Just lap them up like a dog that hasn't been given water in a day or two." “Okay… just don’t tell my mom.”

Imagine my jeans and shirt and face

covered in sidewalk chalk. 

It has rained for forty-five days straight.

I re-draw the smeared-wet-hopscotch –

In my head – I will not answer the call today. 

Though I have only one vocation,

it forces me to my knees. 

I will go back out to 

the concrete tomorrow. 

I am a liar.