XXXVIII. Lowercase Thorn. June 22, 2020

>Driving Lyft

>pick up this young lady

>this young, tiny, very pregnant lady

>she looked like a lowercase Thorn

>she says “I’m going to the meat market”

>”to buy”

>then came one of those whatyacallits

>a pause that portends something significant

>then she says “Meat.”

>off to the Fourth Avenue Market we go

>she goes in

>I wait

>When I next see her, she has no meat

>she is yelling at someone on the phone

>and balancing a 24-pack of Zephyrhills on her belly

>she refuses to let me help her get it in the car