tests

years ago he looked at the perfectly oval dots in the booklet and filled them with precision strokes like he was inhabitated by a supernatural force of intelligence and decision making. 

now he stumbles and falls through phone calls and awkward nights.

and he realizes that he was only ever good at multiple choice tests, with four answers laid out to pick from, and a really good chance B or C was correct, because D was clearly wrong and A didn’t quit make sense. 

but now, there’s only two probable answers - yes and no, i do or i don’t, i will or i can’t - but there’s an infinite set of divergent outcomes from there, and that’s, frankly, terrifying.