I’ve got one song playing in one ear, and a different song in the other. I have one foot in Manhattan and a hand clasped on Long Island. One foot in my home and the other testing the waters. And I don’t think I ever really left.
Surrounded by snow, there’s a phone booth guarded by a wolf, and to step outside is to make the decision to be hurt. And I’ve got one foot in the booth and a paw in the snow. I’m the man and the wolf. The fear and the consequence. The stasis and the hunger. The dead line. And the bite.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Ryan C. RobertRyan C. Robert is the writer of multiple comedy blogs, most of which are satirical and self-deprecating. He writes about his life in his personal essay series "Before Color," parodies cooking blogs in "Trish's Dishes" and posts writing prompts every single day. Archives
September 2019
Categories
All
|
Copyright © 2015