Inward wrestling, interlude

 The car door remained ajar as I thought it over. She was in my head.  My heart was pierced. I was wrestling inward.

I stared at the house, then at my steering wheel. I made up my mind. The car door shut. The key turned the ignition and the engine came to life. 

I cannot ask you out, I thought, because I know you’ll say no. History says you’ll say no.

–from “Lament of the Paper Towel Man,”  available on cassette tape and CD, Sappy Love Inc, 1988.


Author: Isaac Craft

My name is Isaac Craft. I've got a bachelors in Mass Communications, an Associates in Graphic Design, and I'm an aspiring novelist.

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