Don't Give Up Until

This moment started months ago, two lines racing from the origin, rising to meet the real, two paths of this asymptote now reaching the center where they yearn for each other, pushing hard against cold mathematical fact, hoping for some breakthrough in logic to make parting impossible. Today the sky is grey, but yesterday the sun shone bright and the air was cold between the buildings.

Domestically, the plates are cleared.

Domestically, the guests are seen to the door.

I wash my face, she brushes her teeth.

A feeling of solidarity with the furniture, a reason to be here.

This movie doesn't make sense:

- Chicago