I’m talking to my man. He’s not talking to me. He promised tickets for the airplane ride. I want to ride the airplane into the ocean. They let me go into closets. I wonder if I’ll ever come back, but I’m not scared. They tell me everything. I buy lunch for my lady. We aren’t uptight. Our table gets dirty. She maintains reasonable expectations. I see next Wednesday like it is on film from yesterday. I absorb the fog, and I vow to turn left, move to turn left before a cement truck hits us.