Benjamin Nash

Star Balloons

Benjamin Nash

It will soon be raining heavily on all of us, a man sat in his car with the hood up, cardboard box on top, a trailer in back, by a thrift store, the juvenile detention center, the grocery store that they are in the process of tearing down, and the bank where I deposited a check, it might be because of the high rents, they moved the grocery store to the old vacant strip mall, the neon orange scissors no longer cutting, open, close, in one store, and I saw a woman there with yellow, red, and white star balloons, a security guard in black watched her get into her car with her groceries, in Uvalde, a small town south of here, a teenage boy shot and killed several small children in an elementary school, what if we explode into yellow, red, and white pieces when we die, as if confetti, we are put back together in another place, we find that everything is better there, children reunite with their parents again, are loved,

on the way home I saw a girl walking in the wrong direction from the high school, a man waiting for the bus, a woman asking for money at the intersection, and it started to rain a little,