: sunflower fields chopped down leaving behind felled stragglers; yellow heads with patchy petals; dense air, streets slick with rain; a 2-nensei boy has his head on his desk; crouch down next to him, snickers from students that surround him; Sleepy, huh? I ask. He stirs, returns my smile and says, “Yes.” Do you have your note(book)? If you write you will wake up, I lie; I always nod off studying into a notebook; He opens it and I tap his desk in Good Job code; roam from room to hallway to room; more newspapers; stencil art portraits of a Cambodian temple, a dragon, an autumnal river scene; “You look like Neville Longbottom!” a girl shouts; we shake hands, I get purple paint; the threat of a storm; grocery shopping for wine, chocopies, Australian beef; white corn, red pepper; housekeeping whirlwind; this night will be wine, The West Wing, and The Sopranos.
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