Texts

Sometimes it's hard to keep that promise: to stay off the ledge, she says, and I know she means it. Is this what life is, day after day?

The weather warms up again, a monster of a rain storm drags slowly across the state and makes the dog nervous. I go to the store in preparation for the Great Holiday of food, and let myself indulge in mini pointsettias and glitter, as well. It is almost here. The first night I plug the Christmas window lights in, I leave them as I fall asleep. I get up in the middle of the night to turn them off, open the radiator valve.

Perhaps this city can keep me off that bridge, at least for a while.

At least until I figure out if there's anything else that life can be.