Like Everything Else

R.



She met herself
At the beach.


The moment became like other moments. She tasted disappointment.



She knew she still had to do what was required of her; do Hollywood beach running , wave at the crumby seagulls, pretend to be happy.

The seagulls had seen this before.


After a brief discussion with herself, she wrote a poem. She threw it in the trash. She meant to also throw herself in the trash.


She called the suicide hotline. It was busy.



She ran to escape herself, finding an early Dunkin Donut she ordered crumby coffee.
She stared at it.



A clock on the wall acted like a clock on the wall.

The sun didn't like the situation.

It was about 430...