Everyone's asleep except me. And you.

Secrets

Secrets

We were sitting near each other when someone onstage said, “A little secret here or there keeps a relationship alive.”

It got a laugh, but she said under her breath, to no one in particular, “That’s so true.”

It was reflexive, simple, unadorned.

And a little part of me jumped inside even though I live by the motto: You’re only as sick as your secrets.

What secrets did she have?

I wanted to know and, at once, did not want to ever know.

In the Booth

In the Booth