--EVERYONE TAKES EVERYONE FOR GRANTED
Hey,
Wednesday. You’re looking good.
I’m trying
to muster up some energy for a productive day.
I came across this (below) which was one of the first pieces I wrote after
looking across the lake one night:
Center and Fringe
I
want you to lie to me.
I
want you to pull my hair and threaten to leave me again, tell me every soiled
thing you loathe about me but, later, do a paint-by-numbers watercolor on my
chest, inserting a subliminal message between the stripes of a rainbow.
I
want to cuddle with you on this bed of pine needles so scratchy we’d never be
able to sleep, the frosty air cold enough to make our noses bleed, dribbling
down our chins like scarlet fondue.
I
want the taillights glowing rat-eyed across the lake to be your eyes,
fascinated by me on this winter’s night.
I want the cones of light reflected on the wafting water to be a cloud
that morphs in undulation so that we can find new characters and objects in its
wake, its center and fringes.
I
want you to see what I see, the people who own that light and the house where
that light glows, the ones that have been together since before the war against
Germany. I saw them at Safeway
yesterday. She was testing a melon with
her gnarled thumb while the brittle little guy manned the cart, hunched,
grinning like a very happy gnome.
I
want our skins to spot and sag together.
I want us to molt and refute what happened last weekend. I want magical powers, the ability to make
you stay put, to cause that car to miss you, take a different corner, let you
live.
I
want to take it all back.
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