3 minutes
in our fifth week, we were headed to k-mart for shelves to integrate her and my existence into ours, when i said, “you know, after artcrimes comes out, everything’s done. mom’s dead. we can do anything we want.” after two minutes silence, she says “how about moving to europe.” took me minute. “why not?” i replied. so when we got to k-mart, we didn’t need the shelves.
those 3 minutes have made me homeless - and semi-possessionless too in some weird zen candid camera life lesson lift game gift - like ‘do pass go’ & keep on going.
my new script has yet to be writ… there’s then, now, and yet to be.
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