everything. The apartment is messy
and I’m afraid to look my paycheck
in the eye. But what do we have
here? I have received an email
from the attorney with the list of
necessary documents. I call the
phone company and for some odd
reason I’m no longer on hold. “Hello.”
“Did you receive last month’s bill?” Oh,
how random we are not. It’s the day
the television, the new one that just
arrived, spoke with my heart. Or shot
a harpoon through it. And the morning
after a friend called, deep into the night,
to ask a few questions about my current
goings-on. Because friends care. And
the night before last was part of the
weekend. What is weekend? Can
weak humans make good on such
promises? Oh, look at the time!
