by Ben Latini
I sat across from her at
the small table and noticed that her hair was curly, but not too curly
and I saw myself reflected in the window behind her with a look of
alarm. I asked if we were in a coffee shop and she said, “Uh, yeah.” I
wondered how I could not have known that as I held on to the table and
tried to steady myself, but since the table was round it felt like I was
holding the giant wheel to a giant ship. I asked her if I was a pirate
and she said, “Uh, no.” That was a relief. But then I thought of all the
other things which I hadn’t asked her about and therefore still might
be (space alien, Korean pop star) and I was overwhelmed and scared and
felt like leaning over to vomit a microcosm of the entire world.
Ben Latini really wants people to know that he exists.