Intermittent Fasting: Master-level play

I hadn’t seen my beloved Sijo Steve Muhammad in over ten years, and we were hanging out in his hotel room. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking at a bottle of water on the dresser. Just…looking. Calmly. The conversation dwindled as I watched him watch.

Finally I couldn’t handle the suspense. Maybe his back or knees were hurting him, I thought.

“Are you thirsty?” I asked.

“No,” he said quietly

“Can I get that for you?”