PLEASE HOLD MY HAND AS I CROSS THE fucking HIGHWAY. . .

Photo by Alvaro Palacios on Unsplash

. . . as another gas-guzzling pickup roars up Highway 50 in front of the vacant lot on which I stand, hugging the Tree of Life. [I’m hugging the Tree of Life, the pickup isn’t hugging it.]

The Tree of Life is just a clusterfuck of cottonweed trees.

The gentle breeze picks up trash from the mudder-fuckin’ twuck and throws it all over the street.