Jacob Lawrence, "Antiques" (1946)
Jacob Lawrence, Antiques (1946)
Can a Game Be Literature?

Mark's Pages

She takes her calls in phone booths, to keep them secret from me.

Acknowledges bringing me here to serve as her travel assistant.

She slept with him again, in Rhode Island. Or twice again. Or she didn't. These are the versions from today.

Snap click. This'll never work. Although she herself says she'll call one day desperate to be reconciled.