The Disappearance

Last night we walked the streets of the frigid city. We did not hold
hands. I smiled, he laughed. It was pretty.

Had dinner. It was nice.
We saw a play about the loss of individual identity in America.
I am still trying to figure it out.
But it was good.

I can't help but think (hope) there is something more there.

He is so honest.
But he hides so much.

Me on the other hand.
I will tell you every insignificant detail of my life.
I will tell you memories from the second grade.
All mostly true.
But nothing ever important.
Nothing ever real.
And you will hate it.

Today I convinced the parking lot attendant at the McDonald's on
campus to let me park there while I went across the street to buy a
textbook. I bought a small chocolate shake and some medium french
fries because I promised. I threw the french fries out when I got home
because they were cold. He was a nice man.

Today the terrible professor with the terrible ties did not wear a
tie. Maybe he was caught on to our commentary.

It is 45 degrees Fahrenheit and sunny. I did not wear a coat. Some
people wore shorts. Some sandals. I told the boy I would be tanning on
the deck today. He believed me. He really shouldn't.