i ran into the diner and she wondered
shouldn't I be used to the ten degree windchill in the middle of night air?
i said no, you don't get used to cold like this.
maybe it even gets a little worse each winter.
becuase this year, it's back, again.
so we order.
warm food, fried and elastic cheese make us feel like worry-less kids.
entertaining our friends across the booth with stories of our past lives in a city as far as memory.
pay. leave and run to our car
our friends watch us giggle and we dive like divas into the red toyota.
drove home but i was so tired i dont remember that part.
sleep, sleep.
me on her right side and her on my left.