Notes

We got lucky today – a seat on the subway. She sat on my lap.

Then I saw him again – bedraggled, studiously taking notes, occasionally glancing over.

I can’t escape him. He is omnipresent and shifty; I have concluded he is divine. Hard as I try, I cannot lose or ignore him.

Every time I see him, I try to catch him – today he slipped off the train between stops.

Someday I will grab his notebook. I will read it through, though I am afraid of what I will learn. I have a feeling the revelatory memories are unbearable.