Possibilities

Last night, no sleep. Today, tired. Today, saying no, to dogs, to friends, to everyone. Today, rest. Curt, today, nothing. Tonight, there is a full moon. What does that mean? Anything? We are made of blood and water. Water and blood. Our insides are like the tides. Somebody told me that once. Or maybe it was from a Bob Dylan song. Maybe I saw it in a vision. Damn, I can't remember.

Today, all the boxes were gone. Into the apartment down the hall, I'm assuming. But today, I didn't leave my door open. I closed it. I took a long nap. I woke up to a knock, which I didn't answer. Possibilities--the police, Ronny, a vacuum salesman. Who's to say if it is better to know, or not to know? Today, not me. I chose inaction.

"Hello?"a voice said. "How are you doing?"

I didn't say anything.

"I"m Sam, your neighbor."

I didn't say anything.

"Ok," Sam said, "talk to you later."

Sam. A Briton. Probably enjoys tea. Perhaps chess. Possibilities. Possibilities.