"When they ask what we are, what will we tell them?"
You said through a midnight laugh with stars in your eyes...
Pausing
Waiting
Turning to me
Rendering me, momentarily, speechless
No one's ever done that before, I usually never shut up...
I clear my throat
"We'll tell them we're the tangent of a ninety degree angle"
"What's that?"
"Undefined"
