sterno

there were so many curtains covering up the window, full of mold, and and I just kept taking off fabric after fabric until a tiny piece of glass that was not boarded up right in the middle showed out to the yellow house next door, which was actually really funny when you think about it. All the lamps had water in the bulbs. Water in the wires. Many breezes shook the curtains, but there were so many layers that they barely moved. Which was funny also. So I go over and you are there, standing behind the counter with your head turned to the side, slight smile cracking your bad teeth. You are my sterno. I am a yellow tulip’s insides for you.