Steg

Illustrated by Steg I lay in a vapid parking lot hot, stale, syrupy air thickens in my lungs. My picnic blanket feels scratchy under my knees- lukewarm water bottle, chips, gnats, this is the life. I adjust my bikini top, lean back, look around- scattered cars, shopping carts, quiet friends, loud crows, sweltering, empty– bubbling popping pavement like a cauldron. This is all I’ve got. The rivers and plains ain’t got nothing on this…