Sinister: every breath we drew was "hallelujah"
Kirsten Kenyon
chinacat81 at xxx.com
Sun Sep 23 07:37:58 BST 2001
i met a man with a cockatoo today. he looked like a man with a
plan, kicking back on a saturday afternoon with a bottle of pumpkin
ale, shiny green sunglasses and a pretty curly-haired woman on the
one arm and on the other, a cockatoo, bobbing his white-feathered
head. a kid in a diaper running through clouds of smoke and his blue-
haired brother, seven years old, telling knock-knock jokes to a
couple of old hippies in straw hats at the next table. a velvet-
skirted girl pulled up on a pink scooter and sat down next to me,
grabbed my notebook and wrote "Cancer bear, there's been a fat eskimo
disaster. i forgot about fat tony!" she wrote "smoochie smoochie" a
few times and drew some hearts, then ripped the page out of my
notebook and handed it to a red-haired girl in pinstripes. after
that, i was writing a letter to my one-and-only Mountain Mama Bronwyn
and an old man with a cigar he could barely fit his lips around
stopped dead in his tracks, stared me down and said "oh, darlin, are
you writin a love letter?" i told him "no" and he asked again, so i
said "yes" and gave him a little wink. this seemed to satisfy him,
and he stumbled on and i went inside for some more water for my tea,
and when i came back there was no one left on the patio but an old
man telling himself "it's gonna be alright, my brother." and aside
from the repetition of this sentence, the only sound was muffled
classical music from vinifero and the bells on the trolley buses
swelling as they passed and fading into the distance. that's the
doppler effect, right? or maybe doppler was just a meteorologist, i
can't remember.
ginger is going to be a meteorologist, and she goes out in a van
and chases tornadoes. she has shiny brown hair and almond-shaped
eyes the color of an autumn sky, like today's. we used to be
roommates at valparaiso. the entire football team was in love with
her, but she didn't care, or even seem to notice. ginger is
absolutely unreal. and she always had the morning weather report,
and she often left cookies on my pillow.
i sat outside for awhile longer today, and a boy walked past
holding a copy of jonathan david. i wanted to say hello, but i was
too scared. so i drank a bit and listened to jeff buckley. maybe he
is on sinister. not jeff buckley, rest his soul, the boy. that
would be nice. anyway, that's all. it was a boring day, my day
off. work should be a nice time tomorrow.
xoxo
kirsten
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