On the other station they play advertisements for ska and reggaeat nightclub lounges and hometown island liquor and detergent and motels with cable and air-conditioning and one of those electric vibrating belts to strap around the waist for angelic housewives looking to lose weight
Call this the nature of contemporary society
She sold me on the car. She was ugly and her body needed work. It’s an easy sell, I tell her. You want the ones with no mileage, I say. My age is forty. I carry my stomach and most days I climb ladders. I fix antennas for a cable company. My last car went kaput in this heat. And it has its hand in everything I care for.
Getting Through the Day
A Clyfford Still Painting