(being unable to say goodbye
leads to the loss of vital body parts
such as arms or ears
sometimes i’d like to be faraway
as if there were places where
my mind is not reached
by fears of knowing too much
or nothing at all.)
some writings:
“All Powerful:”
The calming sway of a sticky warm breeze through dirty palm trees. Horns that belch the alphabet; clear and concise toots that sound a result of the return from a long and arduous trip. Listening to it, one could be fooled; cruise commercial smiles and the cleansing sweat on brown skin. “This is how the locals do it, son.” Awkward phrasing in a third or forth language. It is hard to believe the legacy that raised the electric sounds that bailar in to my pointed Pomershian ears. It makes me feel funny, my girlfriend is Belgian.
“Jurga:”
When I go to the dentist to get my teeth cleaned, she lays my chair back and leans over me, picking and scrubbing at my long accumulated plaque and food remains. This makes me extremely uncomfortable, as her breasts constantly buffet the top of my head as she cleans. As this is happening, and I am becoming more and more uncomfortable, I begin to wonder:
What country is she from? I know it’s Eastern Europe. She hires only women, which is very cool, one of the women who sometimes works on my teeth is Miss Vietnam Seattle. Seems as if the field of medicine is too male-dominated. I guess dentistry isn’t the same, but whatever. My thoughts are cut short by the rhythmic distraction coming from the vibrating pulse of a cleaning tool, scraping the crap off of my teeth. I feel lighter as I walk out, and pull my hat down over my head.
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