2012 Book #40: GIGANTIC by Marc Nesbitt

You stand there, wondering could you fit inside a Chinese carton with the sides greased enough, watching the weeds celebrate at the front of a dust-smothered shed. The waitress grabs your hand and squints up at you as if it means something. The brothers start up; spit on each other during words, clash teeth, rip their own lips off, furious about pro city teams you're almost sure you've heard of.
They've chosen sides, and in among the vague you worry you'll root wrong. You look at her. She still squints, you might even call it a smile, her eyes on a train track or a dust storm coming, or wind, or distance—all of it, and her warmth along your arm with the confidence of weather, and she smiles like the right direction.
Monday, May 21, 2012 at 10:11PM |
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