9/12/2017

I am supposed to be talking, but my eyes trace the floor. 

I see a quarter and crumb; I wonder who dropped them. 

Their voices project my way; they want a response. 

"Are you okay?" Lola says, reaching for my shoulder. 

My face is pale and sunken from the chaos reigning my life. 

I stretch back uncomfortably, and push my lips to the sides. 

"Of course Lola, I’m fine! You know I reside in spaceships." 

She mimics a rocket and I laugh trying to stave my apathy. 

They reignite their conversation; their faces contort and blur. 

Before my senses lapse I hear, "He better get it together Lola." 

My eyes go back to the floor, I see the quarter and crumb. 

I close my eyes; inhale, then exhale deeply. My chest aches. 

I open them and see the quarter is gone and the crumb remains. 

Lola is parading her lucky day, I stare at the crumb and sigh.