I don't want anything from you, I said, unless you want me to want
something from you & he smiled & said, I knew you were in one
of those moods.
This is the wind what blows, he said, & it lives in a jar in my bed & his eyes were big with the knowing of all that.
For a long time, he was trying to pop these balloons with psychic energy
but he found a dart was simpler. I save my psychic energy for more
important things, he told me, like trying to predict the future. I told
him a dart is good for that too & now he never calls anymore.
I read somewhere that if given a choice between sex & peace of mind,
she said, most people would choose peace. Personally, I said, I do
fine with a little anxiety.
I don't mind waiting for a little while, he said, if I get a treat in
the end. What do you think is a treat? I said. Not having to wait too
long, he said & I had to give him points for honesty.
I'm not sure if the world's all that serious, she said, or if it just has a really dark way of having a good time.
-StoryPeople
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