10.10

There is a place for people like me, a place we go when we're all used up like a tube of toothpaste. I wish I could say I've been squeezed from the middle and there was a lot left of me, but that would be misrepresenting the truth. In terms of actual fact, I've been rolling myself up as I go along, and nowadays I don't hold much more than a day or two. I'm the last bit of carpet from that construction job you meant to finish, I'm the remnant cloth that you saved for patches later, I'm the coil of wire collecting dust behind the vcr that won't get used again. But that's me, and I'm coming to terms with it. How are you? Still a person, I see. Well, one of these days you'll be a metaphor, too. I guarantee it.