“Here’s another story I’m sure you’d
love to hear,” he says amid piles
of junk that he’s pilfering through….
“So, I decided to apply for Capital
One.” I’m sitting here wondering
if he means a job or a credit card.
“Project number 2,” he says. “It’s
immaterial.” I always wonder what
he could be thinking at times like
these. But then I wonder a lot of
things, like who’s doing the won-
dering and who’s doing the hard
thinking. This time I was just too
distracted. So how was I to know
that the boat had already taken
off? “Midnight’s gonna happen,
anyway,” I heard him mumble.
Can I go back to a reality that I
didn’t particularly create, even if for
that the boat had already taken
off? “Midnight’s gonna happen,
anyway,” I heard him mumble.
Can I go back to a reality that I
didn’t particularly create, even if for
only one blip of the nonsense of love?
