Cate turned 41 three days into the (most recent) millenium.
A lot of people thought the world was going to end
(something about computers or calendars)
It didn't.
She celebrated over a sparkling wine brunch
with friends she rarely
saw.
They giggled relentlessly over the old jokes and
gracelessly stumbled
over the o l d jealousies.
That time at the Chinese restaurant at
midnight,
Who saw him first?
Wasn't it Jane?
Jane!
Where has she gone, had anyone heard?
No one had but it didn't matter
(so long ago she had stood, placed the thick cloth napkin on the table beside her plate and excused herself to another universe)
Her alarm rang early the next morning:
jarring an artificial start to the day.
Cate wondered where she was for the
moment (before remembering)
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
Cate turned 41 three days into the (most recent) millenium.
A lot of people thought the world was going to end
(something about computers or calendars)
It didn't.
She celebrated over a sparkling wine brunch
with friends she rarely
saw.
They giggled relentlessly over the old jokes and
gracelessly stumbled
over the o l d jealousies.
That time at the Chinese restaurant at
midnight,
Who saw him first?
Wasn't it Jane?
Jane!
Where has she gone, had anyone heard?
No one had but it didn't matter
(so long ago she had stood, placed the thick cloth napkin on the table beside her plate and excused herself to another universe)
Her alarm rang early the next morning:
jarring an artificial start to the day.
Cate wondered where she was for the
moment (before remembering)
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