excited kids laugh about their new favorite movie 'my own private auschwitz' showing at the multiplex "wasn't it funny when ..." fat kid screams face distorted into a donkey's grimace the others laugh to themselves remembering their own favorite moments I cross the street kicking a parked car I always hated the color green shout from behind turn old friend from college "hey buddy, what you up to" "just heading to bible class" taking long draw from cigarette blowing smoke from corner of mouth "learning how to molest children" "good, good, stayin' out of trouble then, gotta go" take off down sidewalk friend running to keep up wave my hand over shoulder "Fucking wild about what's going on, eh?" "what are you talking about?" "those fucking planes flying right into those towers in new york?" just stare at his puffy face "you know, september 11, right?" "I don't have a fucking idea what you're talking about?" "it's all over the fucking news, man!" "the only thing i know is that my tv schedule has been screwed up for weeks and it pisses me right off" duck into the hudson's bay weave through racks of practical women's outerwear lose the aging jock in the cosmetics department sneak out the granville street exit continue up the street old man with ragged gray beard preaching on street corner "your soul is an insect that follows you around!" pointing finger into the crowd "Okay, okay I'll get the money!" I shout ducking past him and marching away quickly sniffing my fingers to distract me from the stock brokers smoking outside vancouver's best coffee the way they look at me makes my stomach turn that way a stripper stares you down makes you look into your beer for the rest of the show stop in front of the peepshow warm air filtering from doorway smells good like a morning shit
[back again little girl writhes on sidewalk in front of multiplex clutching at clothing mother's legs "but i want to fuck harry potter!" she screamed gnashing teeth grunting "behave yourself! that is no way to act in public!" i stopped, leaning against the wall, scratching the brick with my fingers, staring at the soccer mom i've been attracted to soccer moms ever since my friend's mother molested me one night during a sleep over i've always known these suburban housewives to be insatiable sexual deviants she disappeared into the movie theatre dragging her child by the hair the smell of popcorn makes me want to vomit ]