Gold coins on the counter, a single rolled cigarette, an open till. Outside, the sky looks like a clean, well swept room. There’s a spider crawling out of the clerk’s cherry slurpee, its long, spindly legs gripping the tip of the cup.  The clerk smacks her gum then tilts the cup on its side, shakes it like a frappé, until the spider can’t hold on … Continue reading Work of Art by Sherri Levine