The First Round

Middle of the night again. Thx Meg Pokrass for the words.

whisper
accidental
beer
bowl
hoard
TV tray

I broke it off with great force, ended with a disquieting whisper. It was mostly accidental.

I blurted out all the ways we wouldn't mesh, drinking a beer and crying.  I retracted.  “Hon!” I said. Prevaricating, I tried to resolve. “Come on. The night I met you I had just smoked a bowl.”

“Hon,” he said. “I knew you weren't right from the start.”

Years later, I would look back on the stuff I was compelled to hoard. Especially the wrapping paper with the doggie stickers on it. I tacked it to my cork board.

With the next guy, I stocked the TV tray with gravy and let my impulses roam.