“did ya hear?” someone asks. “what?” you reply politely. “we’re gettin’ a whole foods!” it’s 5 years later. someone asks you. “did ya hear?” “what?” “we’re gettin’ a whole foods!”
you’re sitting in traffic in a parking lot in turkey creek. It must be christmas. You’ve been sitting there for days. You’re growing old. Weak. Tired. They’ve built a chik fil a and a new vegan cupcake place around you the whole time you’ve been sitting in traffic.
You’re driving down southerland. A man in a hoveround scooter waves politely. Then another. then another. then another. they all have the same smile.
It’s 95 degrees in March. You’re talking to your friend’s mom when she says, “They’re expecting snow tomorrow y’all might get out of school.” It starts to snow ten minutes later.
Quentin Tarantino is in town. The air smells like a pile of burning mulch.
You see a picture of your friends at Dollywood. You turn on your tv and Dolly Parton says “Come to Dollywood in my hometown of Sevierville!” Her eyes are unblinking and smile unmoving. In the background you see your friends. You see all your friends. You see your neighbor. You see your family. Everyone you know is at Dollywood. Are they ever coming back?
You look up at the Sunsphere. You see a body, eyes, limbs reflected in the bright yellow surface. They’re not yours. They might be a group of kids from a UT exchange program. No. They’re Bart Simpsons. You notice the sunsphere is wearing a wig. “Welcome to the Wigsphere.” is written on the reflective panels.
You drive to Happy Holler. No one has changed the signs since the 1960′s. You drive to South Knoxville. No one has changed the signs since the 1960′s. They all say “NO BODY DOESNT LIKE SARA LEE.” and “REPENT NOW TO ENTER THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN.” with your name written on the end.
You close your eyes. You see the scene from The Shining where the blood rushes from the elevators, except the blood isn’t red. It’s bright orange. Go vols.