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By faeriemouse Date: 2002 Dec 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.05.16.30.25482]] |
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A gay man eats lunch with me. We swap war stories and our unmet expectations. I finger the sugar and order another cup of coffee. He held me. I had never been so aware of us. He discreetly turned his head to the left and opened his arms, coming at me, swooping down. His grip picked me up a bit, arching me against him and then - he releases me, backs up and leaves in his proud car. He left me in the dark. Not quite the dark I wanted, though. I wanted the nighttime, a meteor shower, the Pleiades and a little cabin by a lake. It snows there. He lives with four other men in a house in Trenton. Every night a new bed to sleep in, he complains; Contending with snoring and the bed rattling down the hall. A gay man calls me while cleaning the house. It wasn't always this way. I know. He said I was almost perfect. |