Waiting for Tom

A splattered sparrow mandela, DI - ES - EL, a torso-sized window, empty deckchair at Long Lake (27 degrees, late May), plate of fries--all of this seen on t-shirts.

On the way here I saw one more hanging in a left rear window of an Olds fresh from the drycleaner's, a shirt the shape of a crushed lemon.

And BREAK[something] on a woman's t-shirt inside her jacket which she struggles to hold closed against a sharp wind. Just off work, I'm guessing, fresh sucker in her mouth. There it is: BREAK THROUGH.