sometimes
Sometimes it seems like its almost there. Cold empty words zero in on an empty briefcase. “There’s a world in there” she says. You pull open the flap, look inside. Nothing but a bunch of old papers, old meetings, a corporate biro from a company you’ve never heard of. Her eyes are dancing, maybe.
But sometimes… sometimes you just sit on the sofa and you arch your back and stretch your arms as far as they will go, and you breathe a breath as deep as you can, chest bursting, and sunlight explodes along the East coast.
Delusion is a wonderful thing.
