THE CLAD WAS SCANTY Was I devouring my life properly? It is...

THE CLAD WAS SCANTY 

Was I devouring my life properly? It is difficult to own yourself completely. The way sizzling meat sounds like hard rain. A boy at the table across from me prayed over his slice and a man came back with two drinks and set the small one in front of the boy. “I wish god was here right now so he could buy me more pizza,” the boy said. That fixed my rictus. The man laughed and a woman’s phone rang and the ring was a song and the song was a ballad and ballads are mostly lies, although there is something useful inside every obsession.