This though, is an abomination.
maybe it’s part of a desire for self-renewal, or maybe i’m bored and this is how we do early onset mid-life crisis in The City, but either way, i’m going to build a single speed bike this spring and name her Ella. but not this one. mine won’t be pre-made by urban outfitters.
Head tries to help heart.
Head tells heart how it is, again:
You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday.
Heart feels better, then.
But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart.
Heart is so new to this.
I want them back, says heart.
Head is all heart has.
Help, head. Help heart.
Now the country can begin to heal.