A thought
Just today I looked at her photo and got this sudden rush, an excitement about being 40 sometime and talking in a kitchen as 40 year old. 40. I will be twice my age, holding a wine glass. I'm sure I will smell better than I do at this moment. We will be in a kitchen. I imagine we just ate dinner- the boys are in the other room. We're all making a movie. Something.
We are fourty years old.
It is winter.
Perhaps we teach. There are trees outside. It's like it was when we were kids, and saw our parents do it.
We talk. In sweaters.
Being 20 is stupid. Everyone here seems to be an imitation of an age. Let's double the numbers and pretend we're pretending then.
In a kitchen with you.
We are fourty years old.
It is winter.
Perhaps we teach. There are trees outside. It's like it was when we were kids, and saw our parents do it.
We talk. In sweaters.
Being 20 is stupid. Everyone here seems to be an imitation of an age. Let's double the numbers and pretend we're pretending then.
In a kitchen with you.