By Dion Kourafalos
The key was lost. It was lost. I lost it yesterday, the key. I lost it out on Jeff’s patio. At least that’s where I think I lost it. I could have lost it at the bar after Jeff’s, but I think it was already gone by then. I think so, because when I got to the bar and ordered a beer and gave my pockets a pat, I felt my phone and my wallet but I didn’t feel the key. That was when I first got to the bar. So there was a short window where I lost it at the bar. I suppose it could be there though, at the bar. There’s no telling where it is really, because if there was then it wouldn’t be lost. Jane was so mad when I got home. You should have seen her poking her head out of the bedroom window, looking down at me with her puffy eyes. It was pretty late and I guess I woke her up with all the knocking. You woke me up with all your knocking, she said. And of course I knew that I woke her up, it was my aim to wake her up. I didn’t know for sure if she was asleep ’cause sometimes she waits up for me, but like I said it was pretty late so I had a good idea that she was. So of course I was aiming to wake her up, I didn’t want to sleep outside. I told her, Janie, baby, I gotta get inside, I’m sorry I woke you up but I had to wake you up, to get inside I mean. She said whatsamatter, you don’t have your key? And I said that’s the thing Janie, I lost the key, that’s why I was knocking so loud and woke you up, I hope you can understand. She said you lost your key? Where’d you lose your key? I said probably out on Jeff’s patio and she said of course I did, she said I was probably plastered and that she didn’t like me hanging around Jeff and them. I guess I seemed pretty bad off, yelling up at the window, but I wasn’t really, at least I don’t think I was. She said that I was always staying out too late, and losing things. That was true, the second part at least. I had to admit, that was true. I did lose things. I mean, I lost the key. The key was lost.
