Half-deaf at dawn, come evening my vision doubles twice and every atom in the room begins to scream.
By the time I see straight again, the premises of each chamber have vacated and I don’t recognize one.
I, too, am swiftly unfamiliar.
Then, the second winds itself, peeks at first, cuts loose; a splitter, a corner kisser.
A ball.
miss me well
So.
I know that at some point, she began going by ‘Even’. I still don’t know why.
Your first mister was your first monster.
make me a promise you’ll never keep
and I’ll tell you a secret you will
ego is a terrible thing to waste
even still
Between these evening sessions looking for her, I went out to the bridge for the first time in years. The 'acoustic anomaly' is still there -- and nowhere else. I can't find any mention of it online, haven't heard anyone talk about it. Not that I would.
Standing there at a little after one, I couldn't see any pedestrians in either direction. Nor did I pass any, coming or going.
I heard around a dozen cars this time and saw most of them by their headlights, about two seconds before. I heard a few stereos, but couldn't make out any songs.
I can’t force her to show herself. I’ve tried nothing else for weeks.
One last evening. Wish me well and check the mail.
“Face down, crybaby. The back keeps them flat.”
“Wow,” I said, “art supplies are sexier than I thought.”