My head's a limestone, but my heart can take your acid rain.
There is a shadow inside of me.- a region of memory that is a hole. As if someone close to me. important to me, died and I cannot remember them dying or who they were. Brother, lover, friend? I do not remember when the hole was or was not. Memory's a limestone, and it crumbles upon the edges of its previous crumblings. Margeaux is unaware. Margeaux folds paper. Her Oragami fills the table between the plant and the small statues. She is learning how.
I say to her that it is 12:15 and she goes to the bedroom. The clothes are strewn across bed and dresser. My clothes.
I say aloud, into the air, "We were sitting too close."
"What?"
"We were sitting too close. We could see too much of the actors. I can see the hearts moving the clothes. The little sweats. "
"Are you writing one of your scenes?" She is up now and begins to put on earrings wearing bra and a black skirt. She will leave soon, has to leave soon.
"No, Mar, I mean the play last night." She makes a listening sound. "Do you think they had sex afterwards?" Pause. "Or before". This took place at a different time.
Margeaux says. "It's not uncommon for actors to get together when they are working on the same-"
"I want them to." It's not honest.
"Are you some kind of voyeur, now. Is this something I -"
"No, I don't want to be there, exactly. I want to be those two people together" Or something like that. Maybe not like that at all.
'No, Mar.' I said that because it sounds like Nomar Garciaparra. He stopped playing for the Red Sox in 2004 and altogether in 2009. Nomar Garciaparra is my index fossil. I used to say 'No, Mar' sometime before 2009 and probably before 2004. Definitely not after 2010 (although he did some work on tv after he retired). I am no Red Sox fan, I just like the name.
The hole is part of the landscape, but what the hole was before is not remembered. I am a person with a hole. Some people fill emptiness and some people just... be empty, in certain parts.
I say to her that it is 12:15 and she goes to the bedroom. The clothes are strewn across bed and dresser. My clothes.
I say aloud, into the air, "We were sitting too close."
"What?"
"We were sitting too close. We could see too much of the actors. I can see the hearts moving the clothes. The little sweats. "
"Are you writing one of your scenes?" She is up now and begins to put on earrings wearing bra and a black skirt. She will leave soon, has to leave soon.
"No, Mar, I mean the play last night." She makes a listening sound. "Do you think they had sex afterwards?" Pause. "Or before". This took place at a different time.
Margeaux says. "It's not uncommon for actors to get together when they are working on the same-"
"I want them to." It's not honest.
"Are you some kind of voyeur, now. Is this something I -"
"No, I don't want to be there, exactly. I want to be those two people together" Or something like that. Maybe not like that at all.
'No, Mar.' I said that because it sounds like Nomar Garciaparra. He stopped playing for the Red Sox in 2004 and altogether in 2009. Nomar Garciaparra is my index fossil. I used to say 'No, Mar' sometime before 2009 and probably before 2004. Definitely not after 2010 (although he did some work on tv after he retired). I am no Red Sox fan, I just like the name.
The hole is part of the landscape, but what the hole was before is not remembered. I am a person with a hole. Some people fill emptiness and some people just... be empty, in certain parts.