Least Read Prose

You are on a sidewalk. Strolling along in a conversation conversion of a complete circle. You and partner are barbell ends. When partner moves a millimeter away from you, you slip in step and slip a telephone pole. You are home alone reading. Leave a sliver of the alcove window unshut. Foe enters at the other end of the brownstone. Tiny cyclones pass over forearm slanting to the slitted vortex. Tiny inflatable air dancers advertise "A presence is here. Shiver. A presence is here. Wobble.” You are in a car. Bust out in a dance at any time because you don't need music on the outside. Passenger...

It’s kinda funny,

How you’re always hanging round.

How can I encourage you?

To come close.

Be on even ground.

There’s no pressure.

We can do what you want to do.

What I am trying to say is, I see you.

Are you shy, or just playing a role?

You want my hand.

We can take a stroll.

Better yet, take the lead.

I’ll follow you,
And we will see.

What you want I can do for you.

There is no pressure.

That’s a fact.

I just...