the only ill-judged moment of her life was probably agreeing to go out with me, though don’t quote me on that
I hadn’t slept for two nights, so I was bleary eyed, staggering through my work, hiccupping my way through phone calls
By the second night I’d accustomed myself to not sleeping. I lay in the spare bed in my room, headboard banging as I sang my hiccupy tune to myself.
We talked for over an hour, until her fried slice went cold and flaccid. Like a greasy, failed, triangular phallus.
I couldn’t sleep a wink. Not with the squirrels tap-dancing above me.
three small individuals standing on a beach on a windy night on the other side of the galaxy bathing in the light of stars that new nothing of our existence