And So It Goes.

She looks so much like her mother. Those eyes, deep, slanted, she laughed in such a way it made my heart melt. She falls asleep, and we talk of their upcoming move in the spring. New York, it's all in order. Perhaps there are different ways to go about doing this; perhaps none of the ways are wrong. The important thing is that you get there. Did not their eyes light up, just as mine will, talking about it?

We sat in the backroom, all cozy lights and opportunities for indecency. A thick fog lay outside. The November night is so dark, always so dark, why not place a warm body next to yours to endure the season, but you go home alone because his crooked youth bores you.

Sometimes it seems this life is too overwhelming; you don't know how people contain it within their bodies, within their hearts. You bleed all over the streets and are too tired to gather up the mess. Your roommate has her power back, everyone has fled the neighborhood. You wash away as the floods recede. You dilute with the tide.