click click so double click that with each click i couldn’t click myself to the speed of her click click click. was away from the habitual place of click and thought i’d maybe find a clique to click with. instead she clicked but didn’t want to clique. her smiles not nice. non existent. no existence for her smiles. unexsitential in her smiling capacity. just clicking clicking in my ear and fingers, even my fingers heard her clicking. go easy. she has every reason to not clique or click with me. at least i smiled at three strangers on the street and felt good about life.
gertrude style in a central london library