Handi-wash out by the interstate was cheaper, $1.25 per load. I prefered Cheryl’s Laundry on the other side of town. There were no TVs. A true perk.
Once a day, a truck drove by stuffed full from the chicken farm down the road. One time, I saw a chicken fall off and, dazed by how large the world suddenly was, break its neck on the pavement.
The glass is bent, concave, so everything looks farther away. I feel like I’m looking into a shoebox diorama. Like I’m looking into a reality that hasn’t ever existed.
