deal

Here is the deal. I’ve lost nearly all domesticity. It’s what I wanted but now I miss it. What I imagine myself to be I’m not. What I imagine you to be what you’re not. I say to Butter, “babe, I don’t like television.” I sat there and felt my space be sucked out by the constant event. “Banality is better,” I added. Perhaps the whole thing is banal, all of it. Butter stares back through watery eyes – the lump from behind the optical nerve bulging out. “I do judge it” I thought. Let it go Daniel, let it go…