goes to a five o’

clock

on friday

even if it is date

night

hopes it’s too early to be

crowded

buys a ticket for sci-fi and

some twizzlers

gets settled up

front in case

anyone from work shows

3 minutes ’til the previews and

it’s still empty

smiles round red

licoriche puts his feet

up in the parking

lot two

bus loads of junior

high

spazzes pull up in the mood

for space ships

clean their

glasses on the way

down

front