Cafe Felix

Music blasts dark cadences of desire across an open field. Tattooed breasts in the eastern sky reveal our place in the world. “Down!” she shouts, missing why an old man slumps in a plastic car seat on the empty parking lot. “What does this mean?” ask young lovers as they flip through channels of despair on a television that no longer works.  Chemo is today's special, eluding the bloody reality oozing from pores where we feel but won’t look.