Alchemy

On the dance floor of a cruise ship we are working on a chemical process to turn arugula and lettuce into gold. The gold looks like shingles or the soles of old shoes. At the very least we turn the leafy greens into incense. There was some special show in town that everyone wanted to go see. All of my clothes were hung in awkward places from hangers all over the bathroom, drying. I could hear everyone in the world talking at once.

Dusty book covers. Talking to herbalists in an Irish Pub. I don't like to go out: hate mingling with people I almost know. Standing in the salsa section at Whole Foods it's shiny and new. An old time marching band is marching past the door, leaving a cloud of dust and tassels, dead purple fabric complimenting the dust in the street.