The Melancholia of Heraclitus
take me home.
no.
please?
no way. can’t do it.
why?
because.
because why?
why is because.
because?
why.
that’s no because. that’s why.
why?
because.
fuck you.
*
take me home.
okay.
thanks.
no prob.
no?
yep.
Swell.
*
take me home.
let me think about it.
no.
why?
there just isn’t time.
I don’t care.
I do.
Well, well, well.
Sheepherder.
*
take me home.
you’re already there.
did I click my heels together?
no.
then fuck off.
*
take me home.
where the hearth is?
hearth?
right?
not sure. sounds okay. but.
no?
maybe not.
what?
the hearth.
I’m not sure I can take you there?
to the hearth?
what’s a hearth?
I don’t know. Where home is?
My heart hurts.
*
take me home.
don’t tell me what to do you butternut squash.
you can’t talk to me like that.
I can and will.
you shouldn’t.
so?
*
take me home.
the phone is ringing.
I can hear it.
are you going to pick it up?
like a pretty nice girl.
what?
what I would do.
pretty and nice?
no. what I said.
what would you do?
to her?
with?
um.
forget it.
done.
*
take me home.
shit.
what?
shit.
you said that already.
oh. sorry.
*
take me home.
this is going nowhere.
maybe that’s somewhere I want to go.
I thought you wanted to go home.
I’m already home.
you are?
sure.
