Steven Cordova

“I’m glad you’re positive.” “I’m glad you’re positive, too, though, of course, I wish you weren’t.” I wish you weren’t either is the response I expect, and you say nothing. And who can blame you? Not me. I’m not the one who’ll call you after dinner and a movie. You’re not the one who’ll call me. We both know we have that—what?—that ultimate date one night to come, one bright morning. Who can blame us? Not the forks and not the knives that carry on and do the heavy lifting now.