Grant Mason
Meeting someone from Facebook
"I'm going to the hookah lounge later." she told me.
"oh, I love hookah. I was a hookah smoking caterpillar in a former life."
"like Alice in Wonderland?"
"yes. I met Alice once. a real dear. she made me tea and we discussed the Renaissance
and rodeo and road kill."
"what a strange man you are."
"not quite as strange as getting John Wilkes Booth tattooed on your ass, but yes, strange."
with that she got into her car
and I got into mine
and the sun was setting into the mountains
and the sidewalks sprawled out in every direction
following the roads home
like a dizzy wife
dragged along by her drunken husband
as he sang a song
about lost
time.
Bio
Grant Mason is a construction worker from South Dakota, though he just moved to Denver where he pretends to be a handyman and an emperor. He gawks in museums. He is grateful he has not yet been sold into sexual slavery, and drinks fantastic quantities of beer and tea. He has been published in Nefarious Ballerina, Admit2, Chopper, Poetry Super Highway, and the Rapid City Journal.