Based on a true story.
2.17.17
Let’s keep this between us.
I will put into these words
my thoughts
and you will feel them. You will
feel the words and the thoughts
attached to them. Take this word
for example: Yellow. What does
that word mean to you? To me,
it means the woman’s heart
I snapped in half while dining
at a seafood restaurant and eating
lobster with liquified butter the color
of phlegm. I learned that day what it means
to surrender to a person. Relationships
are two shattered mirrors facing one another. Glimpses
caught in fragmented glass, bodies chopped up
into their vital essences. Here
eye
mouth
hair
skin
smile
(indistinguishable)
The part you can’t decipher will haunt you. What was that part
you did not understand? Why, when you tell her you’ve had enough
of her, do her eyes flash, for an instant, the color of liquified butter,
which is dribbling down your chin? Why, in that instant,
do you understand what you’ve neglected all along: that she loves you.
You open your mouth to speak. Nothing happens. She throws a napkin
in your face and leaves with tears, while you cough up a piece of lobster
lodged in your windpipe, covered in a yellowish goop.
Written at 1:00 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, while fighting my bladder. I need to pee.
