December 2011
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The place where nobody else has been.
It is not as bad as it seems. They fear that you will make me into your hymnbook, your prayer call, and your talisman. But I am none of these things to you. They don’t know that you met me when you were sixteen years old. I was behind the spine of a yellow hardcover volume, and you had searching eyes that drank everything up, so you found me and swallowed. You swallowed, but I took you down...
Just because the fairgrounds are closed in the winter doesn’t mean that you have reason to be blue. Even though the light is white outside and it bleaches the red from your skin, there is no reason to be blue. The summer will come again and a weary old man will be serving cotton candy while the children scream and scream and scream. You will turn into a blur of colour (a smudge on the back...
I didn’t need anybody to teach me anything but they kept my eyes pried wide open. They played paranoia on the film projector and asked me over and over, “Wouldn’t you love to shut your eyes now? Wouldn’t you love to go blind?” And I think that I must have been going blind too. The truth is bright enough to introduce you to absolute blackness if you will let yourself...
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Visitor (who used to live here)
After the longest absence, there you are, Jack. I see you on my door step as I am leaving for work. Your hair is slicked back and your eyes are bright. You look good, and I tell you this smiling. You look well, Jack. You look like you’ve really been doing well. You tell me that things have been better where you are now, but you came because you had this nagging feeling that something...
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Conversations With The Real Imagined Boys (6)
“The worst feeling in the world has got to be the one of feeling used.”
“Really? I’d say it’s far worse to feel like you have used someone. It’s just that most people in that position somehow escape feeling their own disgust.”
“Disgust. That’s it. I feel used and it’s disgusting.”
“What would you rather feel...
Double You
You have the key to everything, and you aren’t afraid to wield it just in sight and just out of reach. When I met you, you drove it into my back and wound me up like I was yours — yours to command, yours to send forth. And I went forward like your soldier, feeling like nothing had fit quite like your lock pick in the base of my back. Had I known that you were a master pilot, I would...
Dressed to the nines, but not going anywhere.
It was a problem that we had every weekend. Elise and I would dress up all proper and sit down on the couch (wearing oxfords and all) and think of where we should go that night. We’d exchange suggestions for every type of activity — dinner, dancing, art galleries, films, or any combination of these, but we’d never really be able to pick anything. Usually it was because as soon as...