In The Know

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Life is all about learning. And when you’re not learning, you’re teaching. Share knowledge. That little piece of information you've received, pass it on, give it to the world. Don’t keep anything to yourself. Only secrets. And common knowledge, ain't no secret.

BOMPF*

Far-Fetched

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

I fought back tears this morning. On this flight to New York. As the stewardess offered me tea. Sitting next to my boss. Eyelids fluttered at his every movement, hoping he wouldn't turn to speak to me. I should’ve known better than to sit there thumbing away at my QWERTY. He's inquisitive. So he asks, if many of my friends were awake this early. "Nah," I said as he proceeded to peer over my shoulder, into the notes of my palm, spying into my thoughts.

My thoughts of you.

And her.

You with her.

Things you say.

Things she says.

Your response.

Your lips, full & slightly twisted. Pressing on those of another.

My throat is itchy.

Your large left hand gripping her calf, as she lays nestled in your back. Reassuring that even though you’re not looking, you know she's there.

My leg muscles contract.

Your outstretched arm placed uncomfortably behind the seat of the coupe, while riding from the airport, just so she can play with it.

Hold it.

Rub it.

Kiss it.

Scratch its palm.

She's sometimes needy. She needs comfort.

I'm cracking my knuckles now.

Strong, branded forearms wrapped around hamstrings as she travels in desert heat, on your back.

The soles of my feet are burning.

The horrible-tasting box of macaroni from Target, fries, grapes, soda, burritos, chips, bacon, and the scrambled eggs you consume every day.

I haven’t eaten in days.

The way you peer into her eyes, upon entrance. Gasping for air as if your senses were in shock.

My stomach is tingling.

Hand around the back of her neck, fingers nestled tightly in a palm full of hair.

My back ache returns.

The way she holds your knuckles apart while you contaminate your blood stream with the needle’s ink, scripting the Loss Of Valuable Energy across it. She wipes, she cleans, she wipes, she sees.

I’m tired now. My body feels weak.

Maybe I should just go to sleep.

As I close my eyes, I see her with you. I crumble at the thought of her doing all the things we do.

Sleep & his cousin will have to see me another day. I’ll be damned if I let these thoughts drift me away.

My tea arrives. The green mint brings it all back.

The memories. All reminiscence. Of us.

There’s a lump in my throat. It’s all so hard to swallow.

But I’m taking one,

last,

gulp.

BOMPF*