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Not dead. Just busy. despite a bad weekend, i still am a sappy sucker. at the walker art center, minneapolis. post-road trip without the boy ramble. lunch. |
06.13.04 - 10:05 pm the affair of the earring. When you got
your ears pierced we went together, and I held your hand as they pushed the needle through your flesh (your face was as pale as my white shoelaces) and as I watched your eyes grow to wide teacups and begin to roll back like the eyes of a doll as you lay her to sleep I caught your soul in my hands with a squeeze of your palm and forced it back like your hands were the rubber bulbs of a blood pressure cuff until your eyes opened. After the needle they forced little black circles through the red pinprick holes and you grimaced and I kept wondering if you were going to die and I'd have to explain to your mother why her only son died in a piercing parlor in the mall. When we left, you almost fell over walking to the car, but less than three months later insisted on changing them to a pair of blue plastic spikes, putting the small black circles in a plastic zip sack, where they stayed until Christmastime, when, on a whim, I handed the girl at the mall twenty dollars and she blew a hole in the cartilage of my left ear, and when I got to your house I pulled the still bloody stud out of its hole and you gave me one of your little black rings from the plastic sack and helped me slide it through (the pain was a white hot bolt of beauty) then clamped the ends shut around the little ball. And there it stays, two years since I last saw your face, the last piece of you that I carry; a constant reminder that you're gone. ---------------------------------- This particular piece is the story of where the ring in my left ear came from, the former wearer being my ex-from-hell. |