IPW

I Can't Come Out

I'm leaning against the doorjamb with my hands shoved deep in my pockets. I can't meet your eye. You have an expectant look on you face and you're holding a red inflatable ball, the kind that makes that peculiar metallic echo sound when it bounces or is kicked really hard. And kicking that ball really hard is what I'd like to be doing right now, but I have homework. I'm trying to figure out how long it will take if a train leaves Baltimore at 720 kajillion miles per hours, and another train leaves bangkok traveling thirty bajillion miles an hour and they are headed right towards each other and where will they collide? Maui? Spokane? I don't know, I simply don't know, has it something to do with the circumference of the earth? Pie? Cookie?. X - Z, Carry the Asterisk, Minus T? I can't come outside until I answer that question. I noiselessly slip back into the darkened house and softly close the door in your face. It clicks shut.