Joey Button didn't know how long he'd been peddling his bike when he saw it, but whenever he'd recall the moment, he'd remember that his legs were tired, so it'd probably been a while. It didn't ... [+]
if you concentratehard enough, sometimesthe fourth wall breaks—fading just a momentto darkened hallslive audience hangingonto every wordlips red for stageyour favourite shirta scratchy costume crew adjusting lensesbright lights, microphoneslooming overheaddirector sipping coffeewriters angrily squabblingover words you thoughtcame from your heart ersatz onions floating in the pota man who only pretendsto love you; a stranger'sthoughts in your minddistracted byiPhone buzzingagainst your/their thigh— then backin the privacyof your little kitchen nothing in your pocketheartbroken husbandgrasping f