I said that I stopped using
words, but the other side is
I have yet to learn how to
read. I pick up the book
How a Wheel Works.
Apparently, love isn’t
the only battlefield
in this sleepy café.
It is a gray day.
On this gray day,
I want to write
everything down
from my trip to
Palm Springs last
weekend. But
I’m not feeling
so hot. Did I really
go see a movie with
Jennifer Aniston
instead of eat lunch?
Not with Jennifer,
I decide, but with
Erin. Yes, a movie.
I get up at the end
and shout about
therapy, or at least
medication. As I
descend the escalator
that leads back to the
office, I think how
this experience will
perhaps significantly
enhance my life. Am I
coming or going? I miss
my exit, and I’m only on
page 8, so I guess I’m gone.
