A box full of wonderful wishes
An old charcoal pencil, a polaroid picture and a pair of neon horn-rimmed glasses.
The carwash garage roars in the evening sky. the pulled beef patty frizzles in the spattering oil and the ravioli receives a shower of cheese gratings – melting and merging.
You are in your little sanctuary of peace. Cooped up in a cocoon, warm, and safe, from the falling trees, the dying bees, or the crying shores of deep blue seas.