Outside my current station is the skeletal remains of an old car.
It is where my newest companion has taken up residence. We met one night as I walked outside toward the outhouse. He looked like a possessed coconut that had an all too familiar sound of a muffler dragging on the ground. I screamed. He found that amusing and we faced each other in a stalemate. It would be days until I glimpsed him again. I even thought about leaving some food outside his hole at the right rear tire. Then I remembered,"Oh God Suzette, this is just how you last relationship started with the rat at the R V, all so very casual and innocent."
We all know how that ended. Hhhhh. So I resisted the urge to reach out to my armored friend but the truth is I am starting to watch for him, tuning into his particular sounds. Wondering if this could work or if history will just repeat itself. Sensibility comes over me and I realize what really matters is that I feel new inspiration. I don't feel so alone anymore. That is beautiful.
I only ever wanted to find my lovers reading glasses on my night stand... instead I find half the husk of a centipede snack at my doorstep and somehow I find that endearing.
That is very scary.
Good night,
