“it’s still there!”
“what’s still there?”
“in the bottom of the trash, it didn’t go into the dumpster again…it’s just stuck there.”
“oh, well, can you reach it?”
“no, it’s just stuck.”
“then leave it.”
looking down i could see everything. i am highest of them all. i didn’t even want to be here. but now that i am. well, i’m starting to get used to it. it feels much like a pedestal, but a pillar, well that’s just the best.
up high, from here…there it is…i see it. the balloon. we let it go hours ago. i watch and wait. i wonder where it’s going. i put you inside it. you think about that. i gave you away, just like that. it was easier than i thought it would be.
i never did like that dress. its deep neckline. i have those ribs, that wrong kind of chest for it. i should’ve talked to her about it but i never found the time. what do you say when there’s just not that kind of time.