She would call him; he would answer the phone.
He would call her; she would answer the phone.
He'd make arrangements, and she'd make time. They extended each other the same courtesy --time and time again.
He would know how to rub her clit; she would know how to fondle his balls, and when the nights ended they would kiss each other on the lips and say goodbye.
She would sleep on his lap. And he would stroke her hair. And he would call orgasms "crises" like in an old book he read. She would laugh. And they would have sex until their seratonin levels were so high it was as if they were travelling through time.
They got into a fight and then they made up and then they got into a fight about making up and now feelings came.
She would call him and he would not answer the phone and so she met a guy named Stan from Accounting. Stan from Accounting was very thoughtful and even knew her top 10 movies by heart. He would call and Stan was in her voice message machine. He would go out to try to pick up girls in public recreational parks and instead he would whittle tree branches into aliens.
She would break up with Stan from Accounting after he fucked her over. He would answer the phone and he would soon find out the life story of Stan from Accounting and eventually he would come and she would come and come and vice-versa and over and over and over again.
He would look at the ants circling the drain in his shower and it felt like a momentous occasion though if you asked him he wouldn't know why.
They moved to Ashland, Oregon and he was the lead in Death of A Salesman and won the respect of his peers but respect from your peers could not be converted to pay the rent. She was working at a laundromat. She would sleep with some other guy and when he found out he didn't give a fuck what his name was or what department he was from. And she said "you didn't return my calls, remember? That's how I met Stan (from Accounting)" and it made no sense to him but so much sense to her.
A funny thing happened that night. He was able to describe why those ants meant so much to him at that time when he was looking at them (like a school of insect fish going into the great unknown).
And so he woke up and she was already awake, complaining about Ashland, Oregon. She tried to make him feel guilty for her own infidelity and he sat indian style and told her "I am walking forward with my eyes open until nothing can stop me and that is when I will stop."
And when he walked past her she looked at him and he understood that it was like walking past every summer of every important year of his life and that it was so easy to stop. It would be a natural instinctual reaction to stop. And vice versa for her and over and over and over again. So he forced his legs, no matter paralyzed he was, he forced his legs.
He would call her; she would answer the phone.
He'd make arrangements, and she'd make time. They extended each other the same courtesy --time and time again.
He would know how to rub her clit; she would know how to fondle his balls, and when the nights ended they would kiss each other on the lips and say goodbye.
She would sleep on his lap. And he would stroke her hair. And he would call orgasms "crises" like in an old book he read. She would laugh. And they would have sex until their seratonin levels were so high it was as if they were travelling through time.
They got into a fight and then they made up and then they got into a fight about making up and now feelings came.
She would call him and he would not answer the phone and so she met a guy named Stan from Accounting. Stan from Accounting was very thoughtful and even knew her top 10 movies by heart. He would call and Stan was in her voice message machine. He would go out to try to pick up girls in public recreational parks and instead he would whittle tree branches into aliens.
She would break up with Stan from Accounting after he fucked her over. He would answer the phone and he would soon find out the life story of Stan from Accounting and eventually he would come and she would come and come and vice-versa and over and over and over again.
He would look at the ants circling the drain in his shower and it felt like a momentous occasion though if you asked him he wouldn't know why.
They moved to Ashland, Oregon and he was the lead in Death of A Salesman and won the respect of his peers but respect from your peers could not be converted to pay the rent. She was working at a laundromat. She would sleep with some other guy and when he found out he didn't give a fuck what his name was or what department he was from. And she said "you didn't return my calls, remember? That's how I met Stan (from Accounting)" and it made no sense to him but so much sense to her.
A funny thing happened that night. He was able to describe why those ants meant so much to him at that time when he was looking at them (like a school of insect fish going into the great unknown).
And so he woke up and she was already awake, complaining about Ashland, Oregon. She tried to make him feel guilty for her own infidelity and he sat indian style and told her "I am walking forward with my eyes open until nothing can stop me and that is when I will stop."
And when he walked past her she looked at him and he understood that it was like walking past every summer of every important year of his life and that it was so easy to stop. It would be a natural instinctual reaction to stop. And vice versa for her and over and over and over again. So he forced his legs, no matter paralyzed he was, he forced his legs.
