Everything became interchangeable. Words of wisdom, which weren’t welcoming, were washed willingly. Only now knowing that the definition of a “wash” is a sensitivity. An appropriate metaphor would have been a description of an undertow; hands over feet, because a cartwheel is superfluous underwater. It’s interchangeable. The fact that the white whale can signify the tepid tactic […]
It’s been one week, since I told you, nothing of importance. But one week, since you told me, anything, at all. How soon I forget, what it’s like, not to be, at a person’s disposal. How quickly I remember, that remembering is, a bother. Easy folk enjoy easy listening. A magnet that draws sound. Vibrations […]
“It’s three in the morning. Are you drunk?” Larry asked me. “No, I just had to talk to someone and couldn’t think of anyone else,” I replied with desperation. “Can’t this wait until the morning, dude?” Larry asked, “I have to get up in six hours for work.” He sounded angry, but mostly tired so […]
The Dotted Line 