We got told that there were

"no pictures in the store,


so we put down the sunglasses

and our crazy smiles and

stalked out,

more angry that the shirts cost

forty dollars.

And the streets smelled

sweaty and cold and

a general bored anxiety

overwhelmed the world.

The sun exploded,

and eight minutes later,

we found out.

It would have been cool

to snap a photo.