Archive for July 6, 2009
Jul
6
the smell of fresh coffee on a cold morning
A partial list of things maybe true and may have occurred between the dates of June 10th and July 6th.
- I sat in a quiet hush, thinking about the softness of what had transpired, despite its brevity, it was ever lasting.
- I wore a green dress.
- We danced like fools to the sound of our own music.
- I walked across 2 bridges
- Almost slept with a married man in a fit of rage and despair
- Kept the candle burning until it was down so low that it cracked the heavy glass of the holder that was containing the molten wax and it dripped down the table legs like bright, hot veins.
- I finished an entire bottle of rose wine at a bar.
- I did not write any correspondence asking for any explicit explanations, the tacitly implied ones seemed to suffice despite my desire for the definitive.
- I picked up a hitchhiker who had just broken it off with his girlfriend of 5 years. He had found her with another man. His hands were bloody from punching a wall that was not the man’s face.
- Thursday night, I broke down in tears in front of my computer from the weight of nothing at all.
- I broke into a dark library after hours only to just smell the books in the absence of other human smells; to listen to the bindings creak without the sound of human voices.
- One day, the sky was foreboding rain; I left my umbrella behind on purpose expressly to get wet in the warm thunder showers.
- I stayed in the steam room until I thought I was going to start hallucinating, but I didn’t and I wish I had. I need a spark of wonder in my eyes.
