that’s what it was i guess, and so she left. or she figured it could never be. either way the result was the same. always a project, always a new horizon. all the world could always be better. she was that person. she was a doctor, a carpenter, a dental hygienist. oh well. my sink still leaks.
fixed. fixed is a word. fixed means repair.
a little sunlight, but long drives at night. the feel of the earth’s curvature, the taste of adventure in a small town.
i had fixed that part, of my heart, i thought. he came along again, to remind me that i did not have the right tools.
so i 