In a Lonely Place

Each 1/24th of a second is a place we’ve never been.⠀

And suddenly his cigarette sends up a puff of smoke. I’m riveted. Aren’t you? Look at her mouth today. She’s got plans. Her eyes are going to meet his, and she knows perfectly well that across the nation a thousand…

Now his eyes are on her face, and Virginia Woolf’s got the right attitude as she waits with us for him to speak: “What is the meaning of life? That was all – a simple question; one that tended to…

Bogart’s eyes open, his mouth too, face softening, as if finally prepared to address her beauty, though perhaps what he’s really seeing is the nebulous woman now made of smoke between them, sharp nose, hand on her chin, gazing at…