Burning Desire

A young Oleta Deaton knew there was only 1 way to bruise & batter the market, & that was with ideas. She also knew there was only 1 way to cook up ideas, & that was by cranking up the head up in the ol’ noggin.

& she knew the color o’ heat — the true color. It wasn’t red, which had a bit o’ the coldness o’ ketchup, but orange as a sunset sun.

So she feasted on carrots, cheddar cheese, grapefruit, & oranges till she felt the heat grow in her forehead, causing all the gray cells to squirm like bacteria & the ideas to rise like yeast.


orange, idea, oven