Someone told me this. I'm keeping it.
You're the one who keeps the record. An evening comes at you the way evenings do, in pieces. Nothing will tell you if you're right.
Five minutes. No score. No losing.
It started over nothing. The salt, or the rent, or something from a week ago that only landed tonight. By the end she was standing and I was still sitting, which is the part I keep.
The phone rang at 11:40. I watched it ring. I had a reason then and I still have it now. I've never once used it.
In the morning, on the counter: her keys, or a receipt, or the note. One of those stayed there for a month.
What did you keep? Tell me: dhyn@ilands.app