Saturday, May 16, 2015

May 16 Nugget

May 16, 2015

A motorcycle just passed me on the highway.  A large woman wearing sweatpants and a white tank top was holding tightly to the fella driving the bike.  On her lower back, in the coveted tramp stamp position was a tattoo with the name “Joseph” proudly displayed as her tank billowed up from the wind.  I wondered, as they sped by, about love that would lead to one dressing in a clingy tank and sweats two sizes too small and holding fast to a person who held her fate so perilously in his hands as he exceeded the speed limit by twenty and zig-zagged in and out of traffic; I thought about where they might be headed on this delightful afternoon in what might easily pass as jammies; and I wondered if he was Joseph.

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