October 6 — Some nights
Some nights I stay up looking at spiders illuminated in the glare of an iPhone light.
Some nights I put up Christmas lights so she can read the bible under the stars.
Some nights I end up on one side of the hammock talking for hours while she sits in the grass watching the clouds cover the stars.
Some nights I let the conversation drag on because I’m not sure if it’s flirting; whatever it is it feels nice and it is good.
Some nights I remind myself why I write, and why I think the universe isn’t pointless.
But most nights, I still don’t know.