I don’t know where our friendship went
Something very fragmentary
When the cat jumped ship her bowl hit the ground with an earth-shattering whisper. It actually started before the concert. There in the street. Ten bucks. Grateful circle at the Palace. The cracks had formed some months before, with the jester by the river when she banged her knee. She had dove right in and the coldness was so refreshing. She just didn’t figure it out, did not even think about the significance. It was like magic.
And then so many more strange things happened. But we can only tell so much of the story at one. once