Until We Figure it Out, Baby, Let's Just Sit Down

by Jeff M

Inside the car, you know, we couldn't breathe. What happened? What the fuck happened? Are you okay? Let me see your head, huh. Jesus Christ --- it's so hot out, it's not making this any easier --- here, right here. Sit down. No, just sit down. Sit down, baby. We sit. How's it feel now? Yeah, shit, sorry --- I was...I was just trying to look, okay? Even now you're difficult. Jesus. You always were difficult...Come on, just sit down, don't move. Not until we figure out what to do...What happened? No...yeah, it won't help us, I know, but I just want to know what the hell happened. A person wants to know what happened, what led to something. What? Yeah, here, press this against your head. We'll wait here until someone comes along. Shit, I'm sorry, I...Don't close your eyes, baby. You can lay your head on me, though. Do that okay... She does that. You still there? Just hum something to let me know...so I can feel your voice on my shoulder. I have to keep an eye out, watch out for someone... A long time passes. The first time I wrote you a letter, I leaned the picture you sent me against a reference book I had. It was The Dictionary of Imaginary Places.