Author: Jen Frantz

I would like to buy your bridge, the man said to me, carrying a purple briefcase. Well, I said, it’s not for sale. And he said, why isn’t it for sale? And I said, it’s where I go to listen to disco. He put a hand through his hair. Listen, he said, I’m going to put in a traffic light. A traffic light! I was the only one who came...