Red Blood on a White Floor
Red Blood on a White Floor after César Vallejo I will die in Walmart, on a rainy day, a day I can already remember, I will die in Walmart – I mean it – On a basic-ass Thursday, like today, in the fall. It will be a Thursday for sure, because today, Thursday, writing This text, I happen to have put the bones Of my arms on wrong, and, turning around, I’ve never felt so exposed, standing in the dairy aisle. Austin Smith is dead. Some kid shot him, Even though he never did anything to him, Kept shooting him long after he’d died, Then kicked him: these were the witnesses: Thursdays, and assault rifles, And loneliness, and rain, and empty aisles.