Petite, little, petite, quite contrary, contradicting, convenient. “I like your house because it’s full of light”. House-hunting, plans aborted, dreams aborted, house plans aborted, “You could say I am a photographical danger”. Soul searchers, soul snatchers, a box of old pictures, dead babies in bridal gowns, “Hey it feels just like walking on stars”.
Remember massive structures, certain shade of green, red tomatoes, watermelons, fruit stands, “Don’t play hide-and-seek because I’m afraid I’ll never find you”. Bus stop conversations, bus stop arguments, augmentations, the sound of coming, fast breath, breath shortness, quickness of breath, breathing, “Not only my picture but also my soul”.
Capturing the look of surprise, chiaroscuro. Blending in midtones, highlights, the darkest tones of all, “Looks so gray it’s almost red”. Add red to black to get the blackest black of all.
“Won’t you share that last cigarette with me?”
“I’d be delighted to.”
Stretching the canvases, little boy blue, blowing horns, counting sheep, mobile phones off, emergency landing, airbag, charging, discharge, “It was only a few miles, why did you stretch it into forever”. I guess the university will have a course on the universe. A global nation, a peace talk, a plan, a non-plan, an escape, a fallback, a choice, “Expel the other choices but you, then there are no choices, only answers”, I know, I don’t know, I’ve decided, I can’t decide, I’ll do the cha-cha, I’ll dance the tango, I’ll dance like a drunk, I’ll drink like a drunk, “My god, I didn’t know your eyes were half-open!”
Shiny expensive acrylic. Squeezing hands to release turpentine, drying canvases out in the sun, cats upon my belly, the change of wind and motion, the motion I make with my hands, how kisses taste, how bombs explode, “I’ve balanced all my life and now I fall”. Don’t hide, don’t go too far because I’m afraid we’ll never find us.
I wrote a story.
My Story:
There was a little child who thought too hard about the sky, why no spaceship ever seemed to puncture it, and drafted a resolution that the sky was made of paper, and that it was very far indeed. He sent it to the U.N. and got a Nobel prize for his discovery. We avoid the sun as much as we can in order to not burn the sky.
The End.
- Kala
