Some Kind of Novel 3

Chapter 3

She wandered there in soft delusions. The world at the back of her throat. Some hiccup that had no expiration date. In a few years time I was old. Expelled from their club. Calculating how much he was older and not knowing who to blame.

I've always been less than careful with my medicines. Drawing in lines prescribed by false saviors.

I don't mean to be a junkie, but love is something drugs can't ever crouch. And we were lost long before. Or I was.

And you pretend. All your wedding gowns in bride's maid dresses. You want to be right.

But that's not us.