I am with a few people from high school and other people from Facebook, people I don't know well, but admire in subtle ways. We are all headed to a white ship in the mountains, journeying to a place we haven't been before. My friend and her lover hump in the one bed. I sleep in the bathtub and make phone calls to others letting them know how far away we are from our destination. Beckett is on my mind. She is with me, and not with me. I look for her. I call up my friend who works as a peace advocate and ask him what he'd like to eat for dinner. I tell him to take the shrimp out of the freezer.
