by Tamra Plotnick
So I walk into this dive And there I am. Don’t get me wrong I’m not the ultimate narcissist, but I am very attracted. So I offer to buy Myself a drink.
I’m a teetotaler, Answers Myself.
Dang, you’re good. Too good. Almost pure, I retort.
I know what you mean, Replies the other Me, But I’m not sure it’s getting me anywhere.
Anywhere? Where do you want to go?
That’s just it. I don’t really know. Probably nowhere. I massage my eyelids the way I do when I’m thinking hard enough to forget about smudging eyeliner. I take a generous breath. Yeah, says Me, nowhere might be the ultimate destination.
Oh, I see, I say. There’s a long pause and then I tell Myself, I think you have arrived.
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