Small Talk (between poets)
Nothing you have ever wanted and more
Oh hello.
Glad to see you.
So what else is new?
Quit my job to focus on being nostalgic full-time.
Oh, good for you. That’s a terrible idea.
I know. How’s life?
Refuses closure. Keeps dragging me to scenes of love, crimes, happiness, and fatal decisions…
Well, you look alive.
Not for long. I’m selling my life one year at a time into fiction.
Ah, tragic sale.
In a few years, nothing will happen to me anymore.
Nothing arrives despite everything.
And when it does, we can retire…
You know, I haven’t written a single poem in months.
Have you thought about taking a lover?
’Course not. I’m trying to be nostalgic enough to earn a name.
Glad to see you’re determined to mourn this life.
I don’t lose hope. Tomorrow might be worse.
But aren’t we happy?
Yes, definitely happy. Floating in a stream of remorse.
It was nice to see you.
Yes, so nice to see you.
Bad luck with the writing.
Goodbye.
Inspired by Why I Quit My Job to Focus on Being Nostalgic Full-Time.
