I walk next to my father, late night from a drugstore
He bought himself some cigarettes and some trading cards I adored
But suddenly I am aware I am not the 10 year old child
But a mere entity above him, floating in the sky
The entity is just me a man with and without a roof
I see over myself, smiling, sighing aloof

It smelt like my granny’s soup, the entire 8 block walk
And I could hear the crickets scream at...