Tusk

I sit there and read my book. The night is hot. It's been hot the past few nights. There's a nice breeze coming in through the window. I sit on the couch. I hear the sound of some kids walking down the sidewalk outside my building. They're a group of kids clapping in unison and failing loudly. At the center of them a girl who thinks she is Christina Aguilera performs Lean On Me. Some dude shouts something that I can't make out as they march past the house, clapping awkwardly. I sit there and listen to them passing.