Where does the good go

I…um…have allergies…

Stupid Joe Speaker and his haunting-making-me-cry-in-the-middle-of-the-day-for-no-good-reason prose.

When I woke up today, the blue paint thing reminded me of another break-up, one long ago when I had my teen-age heart broken. On the day she delivered to me the bad news, she also asked to borrow my new Scorpions LP so she could tape it.

I let her. Regardless of how these women hurt me, I am, as always, the nice guy, which makes me a sap, most likely.

But that familiar itch, it’s not just giving me a fact, it’s telling me I could do something about it. I could pay for the paint. Or loan an album.

I will ignore it, of course. I can’t tell her. That conversation would never go anywhere. But that’s what it is, reduced to another lyric.

“And this light from the window of my car. She’ll never see it.”


One Response to “I…um…have allergies…”

  1. pearatty Says:

    Eh. I’m not seeing it.

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