05.21.13 - 7:32 pm

its raining. ashton is unattended upstairs on the computer. on the stove, i have pasta cooked. i have my second corn on the cob of the season boiled. broccoli sits in spices and butter, slowly melting. i have three frozen steaks on my barbecue, steam pouring upward like sulphur. across a handful of backyards, on another lifted wooden porch like my own, another young man makes eye contact. and flips his hamburgers in the rain.