In Five Years

by Rebecca Serle

There are no wrong moves to “P.Y.T.” except sitting down.

It’s a shame neither one of us cooks. We love to eat so very much.

“You mistake love. You think it has to have a future in order to matter, but it doesn’t. It’s the only thing that does not need to become at all. It matters only insofar as it exists. Here. Now. Love doesn’t require a future.”