while walking home

while walking home: he was engaged in something-- it required that he move backwards. he was holding his arms out in front of him, he was chewing and smiling grinning. his name was glen and in his #1 hand he had a sandwich. he bought it from Mac's convenience store at 1:00am. I am not sure, I cannot be certain, but I am suggesting here it was a tuna salad sandwich. The Girl, whose name shall remain a mystery was drunk. The girl, whose fluctuating capitalization remains the constant was going to piss in an alley that was, in fact, entirely too well lit. She fell a little bit but caught herself before any damage was done. still, she swayed and thought in the brief ambience about honey coating her brain-stem, the sound of throat bubbles and reflections of form. girl, she stayed down upon the orange, the littering light. Girl was grounded and felt her head lower until it touched the pavement. she created crescent waves with the back of her neck and wanted to laugh but nothing was happening. she stood up quickly, uprighted, and became a wobble. she shouted out to Glen, "Glen" she said, she said, she said. "Glen!" she said, she said, He was pointing back at her walking backwards smiling, his cheeks were dirty and wanting kisses, he wanted to laugh at her. he was holding a tuna salad sandwich and the illumination was less immediate on the portion of sidewalk that surrounded him. the cloud i couldn't see separated all of us.