it’s kimmits dream
October 28, 2011
someone i had just met and chatted with at the bar left without saying goodbye. i ran outside and chased him down the block calling his name. “joe! joe!” my voice rarely gets used at that volume. i choked as i ran and called him. he was on a bicycle. i ran faster. he thought he heard his name. he looked back but didn’t see me. “jooooeee!”
he looked back right when my legs stopped and i was out of breath. he saw me, smiled, and turned his bike around and pedaled back towards me. “you left without saying bye. and i just felt like i was never going to see you again.” i defended my spazziness.
he gave me a hug and asked, “what’s your last name?”
“kim.”
“okay, well, i’ll add you on facebook.”
“its. kimmits. it’s jenny kimmits.”
“okay, jenny kimmits. we will stay in touch then. it was nice meeting you.” and he started to get back on his bike.
“where are you going now?” i asked.
“to my storage unit. to pick up my saxophone.” he pantomimed. and then i woke up.
