A homeless woman with her legs spread on
a park bench looks ready to shit. Good God
she is pulling her pants down with paper
towels about to do it. Vacationing
anarchists are camped out by the water
fountain. It is hot as hell and you can
pick your stench. Skateboard boys and a girl on
a table start to move to a tune playing
only for them on their clinging headphones.
Girl slaps boy—I told you it was hot!
Preamble to a fuck—Never too hot
for love. Girl snatches his hat, puts it on—
Cherry bomb explodes. Boy jumps, swings shirt off
and spins like a top in all of the smoke.

–Don Yorty


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