Fact

 

Mon 11/7 

I walk up 7th to see if the weekend half price book guy is set up. He is. I search though his tables and bins. The driver door is open and he sits sideways and hunched over in his van. He looks small and weary.  I ask him if he has Dylans new book -  “yeah, I got it somewhere.”  He searches and searches, huffs and puffs and finally finds it. He looks like he needs a comfy recliner if not a hospital bed. His eyes are bone naked - “I’m so old” he says more to himself than to me. I shift my sight to his clavicle but he sees me not miss the moment and tells me to enjoy the book.