A common theme (working on it.) the 6th

“Really”: here, one at a time, we recede. She’s telling me this? I ask her, “She’s telling me this?” The look she gives me. If I could record the look she gives me. I lift something up, say something. The act, the words, become one. She wonders, “When will we be getting in?” I tell her she is beautiful, . She asks, “When do you think we’ll be getting in” – aloud! Allowing that the wind continues, I begin. I glance into the depths, I tell her. We’re forgotten, I muse. His apron barely – I interrupt. Brand. New. Replacements, industry. “I didn’t know it was going to be this kind of boat ride.” She keeps looking. I say, “hello!” Its good to be, William? He’s broke.