Condensation

There is condensation

On the inside window of my car.

My iPhone near my head is set for a 5:00AM wakeup.

No need to sleep any later than then that.

It’s best to get out of my sleeping bag,

To move,

To not dwell.

Got to get to the Albertson’s bathroom

To freshen up.

To hide.

There’s two guys in the parking lot

Setting their backseats to their upright positions

Beginning to bring order

To the space underneath the hatchback.

They were invisible to me

Until I joined them.

Let’s meet at the 50% off rack near the bathroom

See if the apple strudels are available

Squeeze the 3 day old bread for freshness.

Get the hell in to get the hell out.

Before anyone can see

Us living life between the seams