"It was on fifth avenue that the traffic sounds quieted and the castles were no longer important..."
i drank three cups of tea
and tried to believe him.
i warmed my fingers and sipped
and felt myself resistant to the idea
of T.S. Eliot sliding toward me across the table
stirring cream and sugar with the enemy,
i'm onto them.
New York, maybe, not California.  You know, where the sidewalks sparkle.
Tinkerbell has a beer and she doesn't drink it, but that's her best plan to date for winning at chess.
instead i covered him lightly with a blanket
that wouldn't keep anyone warm
and felt glad that i was the last one awake.
Home.
what's important
All words by H.K. DeLand
what is
necessary
is not
always the
same as