Matthew may have been near ignorant when it came to sailing, but it didn’t take a yachtsman to figure out he had forgotten the part where you insert the drain plug before putting the boat in the water.
We spend the next month exploring the limits of our ghost selves.
I felt, I don’t know, tense. Tense and annoyed. Sick of waking up alone, sick of eating alone, sick of thinking a bus could hit me on the way to work and everyone would pity the passengers whose commute was delayed.
. . .somewhere between flight & fall a man i’ll eventually resemble once i’ve scrubbed these stars from my eyes breaks down at a kitchen table
The little stuff makes it okay: the hummingbirds and diatoms, the okra, the sleeping pets.
