we would be extremely cautious, in the face of fait accompli, let’s be honest and say nothing grave or true. Clenching our teeth would be totally fine.
there is the trembling hand reassuring that everything is fine, but I saw what was in them, your eyes, I mean
we would go up there, as we used to do, and our homework as well, we did, full of joy, pressing very hard on the pencil lead: letters like angels telling stories (I never knew how to draw anything else).
You vandalize the thoughts of next table’s patrons, pretending to play on your phone, a bit ashamed to steal the lives of others (but not for very long).
It was important for me to see a trace, to see your trace, in the mud of the descending tide, and I wished it would stay there, after the rising tide, eternally, honestly, naively.