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"One AM at the gas station" by Erin Frumet. :: 2 August 05

A man (any man) lifts his eyes from the floor to stare at florescent lights, pure white light like an angel affixed to the ceiling giving the room a divine purpose. The heavenly, sterile light puts halos on the merchandise, the sin taxes, and this man (any man) who sold his soul for just over minimum wage. The longer he stares the sooner he goes blind, another sense removed into the infinity of time; first it was passion. Someone (anyone) in a striped shirt walks through the door and a bell echos like the room was simply empty space. The man’s (any man’s) gaze shifts from his angel to converse with Middle Age, take its money, and with the transaction complete hums a stolen song to himself, no longer thinking of God.



Photograph by Joel Stephens

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