in the waiting room
there's a table with an
open box of crayons
and a piece of paper
with the outline of a
child's hand in blue and
five completed tic-tac-toe
grids. X's won four of them
the sun comes through the
southern window and reflects
off of a single housefly that
periodically lands on my
forearm and knee. its little
black shiny body is elusive.
we play a game of fly away or
be killed and it remains
undefeated so far
outside the window, large
lizards chase small lizards.
the store phone rings eleven
times before its answered.
every entering customer has
a legitimate problem that
needs attention asap
I'm in love and I want her to
be here so I can ramble off
these nothings with her. she
would be mad at me for
playing the fly game. she
would adore the lizards. she
would play tic-tac-toe with
me and probably win. she
would make these little
nothings into something so
enjoyable
I took a crayon from the box
and drew a new grid for a
tic-tac-toe game. I put an O
in the top right corner
its her turn now
(My photo)
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