Me
Thousands of people buy into astrology, looking for answers to life’s most important questions: will I find my soulmate? what are the winning lottery numbers? am I going through my Saturn retrograde? But like most things in life, it’s all a sham. Just like professional wrestling. If people really found out, how would they react? Hopefully, like Jason did when he discovered his favorite professional sport was scripted, right down to the backstage interviews…
“So it’s fake. It’s still nice to look at.”
Now that I think about it, I’m not even sure we were talking about professional wrestling…
Two-Fourteen
The van driver does not want to be alone, like the old man he read about in a really long poem. That’s why he’s dressed in a decent pair of slacks, a collared shirt, and some nice shoes. That’s why his compact car is temporarily parked in a no-parking zone, blinkers flashing. That’s why he’s standing in front of the door of an apartment he’s never been to until now, carrying some flowers and a box of fat-free chocolates behind his back.
Brakeup
He hears the speech of others. How they turn ideas into words into sentences into conversations. How idle chatter becomes something even if it is really nothing at all. Talk about moving pictures on a screen becomes a precious thing when people try to fill the space between them.
Purple Unicorns Mate After Midnight
Vince stood at the front of the class and began reading. “They lied. Icarus was not about the vanity of mankind. It was about love.”
Amber sat in the back of the class. Wow, she thought. Who’s that?
Vince continued to read more from his essay. Amber leaned forward in her chair, listening intently. He’s good.
“Like a moth is attracted to a flame, Icarus was attracted to the sun,” read Vince. “We are Icarus, we who have fallen for the sun, or the object of our desire.”
Amber sighed. He’s really good.
“Like moths, like Icarus, we wish to fly close to that which we desire,” continued Vince. “That which we love.”
The bell rang, announcing the end of class.
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The Space Between Me and You 