The nightmare continues! Another installment, and I let it keep going last night we drank ***** and lemonade and joked about oceanic trenches he can name all the trees and I know what goes on deep below the surface I think we both wish it was the opposite.
He says I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and that he’ll never love anyone the way he loves me – and that in his poems, I’m a natural disaster: so he got one thing right: my ability to desecrate.
She loves him! And he loves me, and I want nothing to do with any of it – I pretend, although I am afraid that I pull all the strings reality is a sick attempt at the six-year question: I can’t untangle myself from the mess the layers of mistakes that lead to now.
So I go on a bike ride I look up to see the sycamores I love the big leafless trees that hug the riverbanks the Potomac is overflowing, fast and brown my bike is rusted and clouds hang heavy in the sky, but I beat the raindrops and maybe I beat the nightmare, too.
I waited in line at a gas station today Behind a rowdy crowd of people shouting numbers, throwing hands in the air And causing a scene Like an auction gone awry Just so I could put $30 on pump twelve. When it was finally my turn at the counter I heard my phone ring. I looked at the screen And saw your name. I answered And heard your voice.
I drove away from the pump With a gallon of milk And a full tank of gas And went home to collect my jackpot.
I would have forgotten the milk if she didn't call me, but I love her more than there are dollars in the Mega Millions.