I don't dream of him often, but when I do I feel like I was really with him.
This one was the other night: he came home with a tattoo on his face - temple and forehead. He had tried
to cover it with makeup and I started wiping it off. Something about
20 or 22 days, to do with Sudan. He was 17 by my calculations and this
time I didn't let it go. I marched him to the tattoo place, which was
in an apartment, like a doctor's office and threatened to sue them.
They didn't seem too perturbed. Then he was in a hospital bed,
presumably to have it removed. He was really skinny, his ribs were
sticking out of his chest. He wasn't mad at me, but I felt bad about
causing him additional pain with the removal.
This one was five weeks ago: I was with him and it was now. I think my mother was there, too, but
we went out, me and him and this is the only part of the dream that I
remember. It was dark outside. We went to a girl's house.
Everything was kind of dingy - the place, as well as our clothes. He
was wearing something like pajama bottoms, or loose thermals - two
layers of them. At her place, the girl had some white powder out and
she casually snorted it. I thought it was cocaine. He had some, too. I
didn't, but I didn't try to stop him. It seemed like it was not a big
deal. When we left, the bottom of the wooden staircase was blown out,
so we had to get down from the first landing which wasn't too high,
about chest-level, but I wondered how we had gone up. Then we went to
some kind of club. Before that, I noticed that he was now wearing
pants, but I was wearing the pajama bottoms and I thought it would be
best to change. I had my yoga pants and I thought that would look more
decent, but I ended up wearing jeans under a dress. When we got to the
club I thought they were going to ask us for IDs and I realized I had
left my wallet behind. I told him that and he laughed and said "don't
worry, I have money." They let us in. The club was kind of dingy,
too. He seemed at ease in this world. I felt it was a place where I could be with him.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
longing
I felt some yesterday for the first time and it wasn't for the past. It had to do with the crisp autumn air and I felt it in my legs. Of course, I wanted to kill it, because I can in no way satisfy it. But it's a sign of life.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Anniversary
I think the animal in me has gotten used to missing you. I no longer wake up every time with a spasm of pain in my gut.
From now on I shall no longer mourn you. I will only celebrate that I knew you, that such a force of life came through me. Through the tears I will be grateful for being granted the privilege of loving you. And I will try to deserve the love you gave me and the trust you had in me.
From now on I shall no longer mourn you. I will only celebrate that I knew you, that such a force of life came through me. Through the tears I will be grateful for being granted the privilege of loving you. And I will try to deserve the love you gave me and the trust you had in me.
Friday, September 14, 2012
a brick wall
That is what I hit any time I think of the future, any time I have a fleeting hope, any time I try to get around it somehow.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
calm
I've been holding up so long, it's like I can't feel it anymore. Wondering if the floodgates are bound to break.
"You are what you pretend to be."
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