Monday, January 05, 2009

The Stairs

The stairs were constructed in such a way
so as to emphasize the difference in height
between each individual platform. I was thinking
about that when I found myself face to face
with Tina. She was holding a jar of pickles.
I felt my inside body begin to levitate through
my outside body. I was, like, "Tina!" And
she was, like, nothing, and just stood there
all stone-faced and empty looking. At the table,
her parents sat lonely, with wet, begging
eyes. In a way, it was all sorta stupid.
I remember saying to Tina, and I'm saying this to you
now only because I know she'll probably say
something, but I was, like, "Tina, put your
fucking tape recorder away and just enjoy this!"