1.28.2008

A Kiss

detail of Road with Cypress and Star (Artchive)

One time he talked about the devil crouching in the corner of the room.

Sitting at Nordine’s on the patio last night, watching K talk to God with his head lifted and arms out, even on his knees at one time, I was having flashes while looking at him that I was looking at myself. I felt myself for several moments inside the body I was watching. I turned in my mind to talking to my father, introducing this man as my father, my mother, my lover, my brother, my self, my life. I spoke this exactly as so in my mind.

When we left and sat in the car, K said, my mother, my father, my lover, my sister, my life. I lost my breath and told him that strange things keep happening.

Towards the end of the hellaciously overwhelming night that I’m recovering from, K asked me to kiss him from where I was sitting. We were opposite each other at the table. Nordine and Mohamed were across from one another next to us. We looked deep into one another’s eyes, each closed our mouths, and took one long deep breath in through our noses. As we breathed in, the air spinned around us, dizzied us all, and K said, while pointing to all the other buildings around us, shame on us. We could wake up the whole neighborhood like this.

1 comment:

P said...

My goodness - you are an excellent writer. I feel like I'm right there with you.