there’s a kid folding hats in a coffee shop
he’s making them from bad reviews in newspapers and giving them to customers
there’s a man in the coffee shop wearing a paper hat the child has given him
while he works at his computer and drinks his coffee
and forgets he’s wearing a paper hat
there’s a woman who does not accept the gift of a hat
she doesn’t accept hats from strangers because of the germs
there’s another woman who only accepts hats from strangers because she fears the intimacy
of hats from family members or loved ones closing around her temples
there’s a child who’s been given a hat, but whose hat is now a boat, waiting for a sea to sail on
a lake is flooded with hats – homburgs, fedoras, bonnets, sou’westers,
panamas made in Ecuador – a regatta that fills the surface blocking any reflection
This is a true story. I wrote it a while ago, but just bumped into someone present at the events in question, which prompted me to post it on here.
I hope you like it.