I HAVE MOTION LIGHTS
By Kim Chinquee - Nov 8, 2017
My neighbors sat, with paper plates on their laps. Some of them brought chairs of their own.
There really were no ground rules.
There were nuts in the house, a fruit assortment, sushi. Chips, salsa, hummus, veggies, dip. Beer and wine and ginger ale and Fresca. Someone carried over nachos and a cheese plate.
I’d spent the day cleaning, buying things at Target. Saying hello to everyone around me.
Ever since my break-in, I took extra steps to spread myself with karma.
People ate. We laughed.
The back bulb went out.
My dogs sniffed. They lifted their legs and peed on my zucchini.
ARTWORK BY REMY CHARPLIN