this morning #126.

this morning, everybody was telling him what to do, which made some sense because he was standing stark naked in the center of the street. there sure were a lot of guns pointed at him. the flashing lights cutting through the dusk sky were becoming overwhelming. he decided it was finally time to put his hands on his head. as he did, he looked around & realized he was no longer alone. the neighborhood folks had gathered outside their homes with their phones & their shouts toward the guns. though he’d removed all his clothes to cool down, he still felt hot from the inside out. by the time they were able to throw him in the back of a car, there was one ray of light. his face would not end up in a mural.