duality.
fight or flight
the instinctive physiological response to a threatening situation, which readies one either to resist forcibly or to run away.
when i was a child, i kicked rocks with you in the street until the sun set and our parents called us in for dinner at our respective homes.
you and me.
when i was a young man, i crushed beer cans in dirty basements and you crushed champagne glasses in country club lobbies.
you.
and.
me.
when i was an adult, i slept in cars and dodged crackheads in the name of something bigger than myself.
me.
when you were an adult, you slept in your car between internships in the name of something bigger than yourself.
you.
and i’ve been reading “the man in bogota” every night before i go to sleep.
because i’ve been asking myself the same question that he wondered and finding no relief.
and i’ve been staying up all night long refreshing travelocity prices for flights to norway.
because i’ve been told that when the sun kisses the night there, he says good-fucking-bye.
and he means it.