her breasts were sufficient evidence of a benevolent Creator

*

He wore in his ears bright green foam plugs
He wore his jeans high on his waist
His clip on shades were clipped on and flipped up
He carried his pizza slices with unerring purpose and excitement

Carried them back to his seat in the booth with the other
retarded man and the helping woman with them
I sat bleakly in my booth and felt the old tears rise
just for a minute