He came in and everyone was like “Mike Mike Hi Mike”
And he never said anything
And then in the middle of some total loser’s story about nothing he was like, “Hey Seth I have a gift for you” and pulled out a rubber coffee top
And “Seth” (in a red Patagonia and goggles, no I’m not lying) acted appropriately affected.
Like it was made of gold.
I was like, “who is this guy?” I still need to find out
I have no clue
And then about 10 minutes later “Mike” pulled out a wallet photo of his daughter and interrupted more conversation by silently passing it around
And some thespian woman gushed that
they looked just alike, which they didn’t. Michael Shannon looks like a drunk
camel and the baby was pale with blue eyes.
And I was like, “YOU think THAT looks like HIM?”
And she was shocked and then said, “throughout the face”
And I was like I gotta get outta here
Hallie Elizabeth Newton is a recent graduate of Eugene Lang. Her writing has been published or is forthcoming in Gloom Cupboard, Dogzplot, Hamilton Stone Review, and various blogs.
13 Comments
This is good, and I’m sorry I ever mocked the idea of a poem based around a gchat. I won’t do it again.
Also, I want to hang out with that dude “Seth.”
She came in and everyone was like ” Hallie Hallie Hi Hallie “
Fantastic!
i’m a gushing thespian, write more
enjoyed it like a conversation
the mike in this story is actually Michael Barratt…one of the first astronauts to drink his own urine in space…
absolutely great
you know what i like about this?
everything!
Loved it, and wanted it to continue so I could keep reading it!
F’ing GENIUS
and i am perpetually like “who is this girl?”
i need to find out
I wrote a poem once called ‘leaving chicago’…it was based on a million little pieces, the book.
I liked when Hallie told me this story.