Friday, June 7, 2013
3 minutes. Go!
Drive-thru living and scattered memories. I can see her face. She is scared, but there is something that gives her hope. You can see it in the searching eyes. You can taste it in the sweat that touches your lips. Above you both, there is an expanse of blue that threatens to ruin you for Spring days forever. She is telling you about the time that you both went to the ocean. How you swam and body-surfed. You don't remember it, but you don't think about it. Either you can't remember or it was someone else and you don't want to know either way. Life is like that. Slippery and ready to bite you when you're not looking. A predator lurking in the shadows of your imperfect reflection. Soak it in, embrace it, this is the rest of your life. Wondering. It may kill you. It may not. Something will. Does it really matter?