~Mikta

we stop at the corner and wait for the light to turn. the sun is ridiculously bright today and she’s squinting against the light-but she’s rotating between watching the traffic and watching me.

her shoes were white. an old pair of phatfarm high-tops. they have seen the ground for a long while, but she was a loyal old bitch. she loved those damned shoes. she’d wear ‘em with an evening gown if she could. if she even owned an evening gown. she’d even painted them white a few times, so that they stayed looking new-but i knew she did it. these damned shoes. sometimes, in the morning-when she’d forgotten to take her make-up off the night before and her hair was a mess-she wore those damned shoes with a skirt.

just because she’d worn her clothes to bed again. but it just looked so... you would understand if you saw her. i would walk with her down the street, just wandering for breakfast sometime-ah but the hunt never stops. and she would talk. sometimes a lot. sometimes a little. sometimes... nothing. what does she know about me? does she hear anything i say i’d think while she was talking.

and she just talks, like nothings wrong. or says nothing at all, and i’m wondering what the hell she’s thinking? about me? i think about the road. it’s a mess. all these cars and construction. it felt like everywhere i went people were making things better, trying to make it expand-but what are we expanding into?

the light changes and we cross the street.

i look up to her instead of staring at my shoes and she’s still talking-but how many thoughts have i thought in those short seconds it took for her to say an entire sentence? i was too busy thinking about her bed head and those stupid shoes that i’ve missed that entire sentence. she’s smiling and talking animatedly so i’m assuming this is where i should laugh. i do just that. i laugh. she smiles more and i know i’ve pulled off an attentive person and i attempt to stop myself from daydreaming.

‘-so why are you always so miserable?’ i have missed a very key sentence and realize i have no idea what she’s talking about. she loves me though, i laugh and say,

‘i’m always miserable.” she laughs. still got it.