it began with a simple greeting, and then a
question. but i knew that wasn't
all it began with. i didn't understand it
then, only later. "everybody here
has slept with my wife," i said aloud.
there was laughter and then silence.
finger puppets to break the air. a little
later we were sitting on the
floor. i was sewing a rip in your pants. you
were playing with the designs
in the carpet. the power was out and my ears
hurt. a little later i couldn't
sleep. it was hot and the fan turned slowly.
i am awake, watching it. our
bed is low to the ground, and when the year
turns new, you are lying asleep
clutching my arm. i had an erection that i
never told you about. it was the
only time. i was awake, staring at where the
fan used to be. it's the only
spot on the ceiling that casts a shadow. the
light came from the street,
through the window. a little later is when i
found the pictures.
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