New Glasses

Skinny motherfuck, hair licked back, and black round glasses wedged into bony eyesockets. Nice glasses.

He scoops himself all up in one go to sit in the driver’s seat and I hop on my bike. He’s gunning for the highway looks like and there bikes are faster than cars this time of day.

Window’s down, don’t even have to work to smash it. Just reach in, peel the black pearlies off the bony face and don’t even look back to see the fright written on it. Just crisscross the gridlock, offramp it, and I’m gone, sun warming my back and smiling. I love my new glasses.