You don’t know any better
My suggestion about the one and the three
being the place to lean
and the little step down
deep
that makes it feel like we know what we’re doing
even in the face of
overwhelming evidence to the contrary
Veronica is as close as we get
to that
and her stance
is arguable
at best
But, here we are
on a starry night
with enough chills, scarves and whiskey
to keep us walking along, moving
and not worrying about crossing the street
where Jarral might be
where the lows stay low
not forever but for real
We know
that once we stop
one of us will have to speak
I’m just worried that it’ll be
me
I’m worried it’ll have to be
and am utterly relieved when
it’s you
The whys wheres and whoms are spit out in one run-on sentence
like you couldn’t keep them inside your crooked smile mouth
for one more second
and I won’t say that any of those
were a surprise
They were not but
Still, I puff out my chest
a protector
like I’d done months before when it passed time
for Paul to stop
for Paul
to leave
I don’t know that I was any more ready for consequences then
than I am now but
I’m ready to try, same as I was
at least I think that’s what this is
this feeling
this thought
Tuning back in I think I hear something about a purple cat
Were we talking about brown bear?
Or just help?
Yes, of course I will
yes, it’s no problem
yes, of course, Thursday afternoon
Yes
Uh, no, I won’t tell anyone
Why would I?
Who are they?
*An editorial suggestion brought about this rework of the last post. "Drag it into the light" they said.
So, I did.
