chapter two
I’m tired but I can’t fall asleep because the man diagonal to me on the train is talking to his wife on the phone about whether he can pick up dinner from the grocery on his way home. I want to tell him to forget dinner - eat when you’re dead - and tell her you want to try to get pregnant again because you love her and want to have a child with her. Tell her you want a girl, women like that. But you’d love a boy just as much. Either way. Let’s have a bottle of wine and forget about the grocery shopping until tomorrow and while I’m there I’ll pick up a pregnancy test too. “You’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow?” She doesn’t believe it.
Something about health insurance and I’m asleep with my forehead against the glass that’s vibrating like one huge cheap motel bed.
Something about health insurance and I’m asleep with my forehead against the glass that’s vibrating like one huge cheap motel bed.