Hovering in Florida
Tom Racine
“I know you had sex with her!”
“Why, because you saw me talking to her?”
“I just know, I just know.”
“Listen you keep doing this;
you think about something for so long
it starts making sense to you. Your
brain is always spinning out of control;
that’s why you think you were abducted by aliens.”
“I didn’t say that. And their ship WAS hovering
in back of me for two hours!”
She was up now and standing in front of me.
“Maybe you should get out in the real world
and work with people like me instead of pretending
to be so brilliant!”
Yeah right, you can’t even hold a job--fifteen
jobs in one year.”
I was getting ready for her to hit me.
“I guess this is the end, then?” she hissed.
“I guess so,” I sat back.
“Well, MAYBE WE WILL MEET ON THE OTHER SIDE.
GOODBYE,”
she shouted out as she went toward her car.
I sat back
watching for the full moon
in paradise.
