one morning. hey, i have an idea.
i lower
the paper
to look at her,
and say, what?
let's go pick
blueberries up
in Pennsylvania.
what do you think?
it's so nice out.
i keep looking at her,
my eyes just barely
over the edge of
the newspaper.
Safeway has blueberries,
i tell her.
i know, i know. but
it'll be nice to get away
and fresh fruit
is always a treat this
time of year.
she puts her finger to her chin,
what about a hot air balloon
ride, she says.
Powerlines, i reply.
death by fire and falling
and then
what's left of you
the animals will eat.
take a walk up to Starbucks?
sure.
let me get my shoes
on.
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