We're outside, my girlfriend and I. She is smaller than me or about the same size. It's dark and we're in what should be a crowded city. There are hardly any people out.
'I have to go,' I say.
And she says 'I will, too,' as she leaves.
I ride a bike to a buidling. It's the only lit one on the entire block. There is a doorman but he is not paying attention to who comes and goes. I enter the building and go up an escalator: one flight. There's a hallway that leads to an elevator. Inside, I see that it is no larger than an airplane bathroom. I go up without pushing any buttons.
I'm led to a room, a hotel room. There is a wide hallway with two chairs, pale blue, against one wall. In the larger part of the room there are four couches,all blue, set up in a square. The couches are filled with all kinds of women. They are filling out a questionaire. The one man in the room is standing and says to me, "Questionaire?"
"No, thank you," I reply.
"You've seen him."
"Yes."
"You're the only one."
"Yes."
He leaves to attend to the flock of women. My girlfriend arrives. She sits in one chair and idly fills in a questionaire. I sit in the other, head in hands.
"Let's go, " I say.
"Are you sure?" she asks.
"Yes."
We go to the elevator. The doors open and there is a little man inside a seat built into the elevator. He is babbling. We leave him and go back to the room. We sit in the same chair; I cradle her in my lap like a child.
Three people come out of the bedroom. I point to the second one. As I do this, another woman sees and points to him. "Him!" she screams.
She wins.
I go to the bedroom to gather myself. I feel that I am in there only a few minutes. But when I go back into the main room, it is light out -- the room is empty. He -- the man I pointed to -- comes out of the bathroom in a towel.
"Oh," he says.
"I thought I was only in there a few minutes," I say.
"Hours." He starts to count. Ten hours.
We are walking in a park. It's a beautiful day but we sit down in a shaded gazebo. There are two wooden swing benches facing one another. I sit in one; he sits in the opposite.We speak without words.
He stands; I stand. I wrap my arms around his chest for the first time, the last time.
"Oh shit. Shit. Shit," he whispers.
"I'm leaving tomorrow," I say, my mouth muffled in his black shirt.
"Fuck. Fuck."
And I know that he knows. We are but one person -- breathing two breaths; sighing two sighs; chest to chest.
Posted at 10:21:20 am by
TheKaren
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interval
January 23, 2005 12:54 PM PST
I really liked this...
Sometimes I think i'm ready to put my blog back up & then I read something like this & I think maybe I don't write well enough yet. |
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RandomWeirdGuy
January 23, 2005 02:09 PM PST
*sigh* I know, he was me, wasn't he?
I get that a lot. |
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Katriana
January 23, 2005 02:20 PM PST
Nope. : p |
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Monkeyspit
January 23, 2005 06:49 PM PST
I like this, but for some reason if my english professor saw it, I know she would right in big red letters...too vague. I have a million of those marks all over my papers. |
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R
January 23, 2005 07:21 PM PST
My dream consisted of winning $43 dollars in the lottery then having some girl take it from me and get on a bus. I spent half the night running after a bus. I think this is related to your other blog. You owe me $43. |
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Katriana
January 23, 2005 07:21 PM PST
Dreams aren't big on details. I suppose I could add stuff. But that would be true to the dream now would it? |
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Katriana
January 23, 2005 07:21 PM PST
wouldn't* |
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