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By chris Date: 2008 May 25 Comment on this Work [[2008.05.25.22.02.6368]] |
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"I'm the guy who left you with tears in his eyes." -"Girl Don't Tell Me" (Brian Wilson) Your alarm goes off at 7:03 PM every single day and you can't reset it or turn it off because it's one of those Armitrons with the thousand useless buttons. So you listen to it every time and then forget about it until tomorrow when maybe you're stuck in traffic and running late for something you don't even want to go to - or when you're someplace you shouldn't be and the person you shouldn't be with props herself, naked and unashamed, against the hotel pillows and lights another cigarette, asking, "So does that mean your time's up?" That would be enough, but it goes off again the next day and the one after that and then on the evening you're lying on a different bed with the woman you married - talking, apparently already at the end of things, remembering moments from your beginning that probably would have stayed forgotten like unfinished books of hand-copied poetry that you started by the blue sea of Mexico and continued into the snowy Canadian spring and never quite finished. These moments will be backlit by a sinking sun and the shadows of blowing leaves against the dusty wooden blinds that look somehow like fire or falling water. These moments will make you think of still other moments - first visits to apartments you still needed directions to find, and first meals there, and knowing you were fed, and, later, kissing under the overhang outside the door so no one would see the thing you've both found until you're good and ready. |