she
she keeps to herself
thinking about him
nobody knows this
but she does
somtimes
she is nobody
sometimes
a wall flower
back resting againt floral wall paper
sometimes
in late summer afternoons
she goes to the park
and watches children play
they smile and giggle
she smiles, too
she thinks of him...
he
he is stumble drunk
nicotine tobacco light headed
and belly full from a heavy meal
empty
he searches...
he walks aimlessly
sifting thru trash cans and
peering down rain filled storm drains
when the walking provides no reprieve
he goes home
in a room with no clocks
he re-searches a lost purpose
in stacks of books that made him dumb
on his wrist, a broken watch stuck at 12:59
he wants to escape himself and thinks
there's that girl
he hesitates with her
prepoccupied with existential
bull shit
she doesn't know him
like he knows himself
and he's lost
himself inside himself
just like
she watches it all
pass by her
they both don't know shit
but shit knows them
she delights in simple things:
a good book, a glass of wine and
warm fuzzy slippers
late at night
she sits with herself
knitting a scarf
for nobody in particular
she flickers
"here i am! where did I go"
like a candle dying
before it goes out
she calls him
at 12:58 in a space between
their nothingness-es
they meet for a drink
they go to...
do little dance
make a little love...
in her bed
together
they close their eyes
tight
count to nine
and...
live happily
THE BEGINNING
