Dust moves off his arms and chest. As the vent window opens in his Volkswagen. Hundreds of Impalas and station wagons. Idle at the train crossing. . The puddles that surround him.
I can't see ever feeling right again. I'm on a raft in a river that's roaring away with me. What good does it do me to have what I want. When I'm in no shape to enjoy what I have.