Soft Salf Kisses

Soft salt kisses pressed into the hand of a blonde little girl by a man on a street corner who spills thick cubic grains on the ground for fat birds to peck at while they scout the ground for bread crumbs dropped by little old ladies on park benches who dream about their shriveled husbands, two years in the ground but kept alive by memories of classic ‘20s stolen kisses in flapper dresses that smell like the illegal alcohol guzzled down by the new money that set the pattern for the man in a cold business suit and tie who talks to no one on his microscopic cell phone, oblivious to the swaying trees until a salty twist of a childhood memory is pressed into his hand by a blonde little girl.