That We Have Some History Together That

Some Mornings... I Sit At The Kitchen Table Shaking Salt Into The Hairs On My Arm, And A Feeling Shoves Up In Me: It's Finished. Everything Went Past Without Me.

We Stand There, Quiet. My Questions All Seem Wrong: How Did You Get So Old? Was It All At Once, In A Day, Or Did You Peter Out Bit By Bit? When Did You Stop Having Parties? Did Everyone Else Get Old Too, Or Was It Just You? Are Other People Still Here, Hiding In The Palm Trees Or Holding Their Breath Underwater? When Did You Last Swim Your Laps? Do Your Bones Hurt? Did You Know This Was Coming And Hide That You Knew, Or Did It Ambush You From Behind?

I Grew Up In The 70s, When People Talked On The Phone - And Just Talked More. I Remember The Phone Was The Epicenter Of Our House. I Spent Hours Every Evening As A Teenager Waiting For The Phone To Ring And Talking To My Friends. Before The Age Of Technology, It Was Also Easier To Just Disappear From The Face Of The Earth.

I Am At My Worst Trying To Write About Things That Overlap With My Life.

That We Have Some History Together That Hasn’t Happened Yet.