Tonight, I am electric to the touch. A wriggling, giggling eel. A lamplighter in the dark.
A wicked wick.
Today, I wrote. My lower back, a crooked crick. My bum, an indent. Bad posture, and too much tea.
Today, I ran with legs a fire.
Tonight, I walked. My cheeks, poppy flesh.
My lips, stung from a kiss.
That no matter how hard I try, I cannot forget.
Sometimes when I walk, I dance, and sometimes when I dance, I dance to this:
When I was eighteen, I walked to a photography studio on Quinpool Avenue to have my headshots taken.
When I was eighteen, I quit my job at Safeway and got a job as a server.
When I was eighteen, I read Crime and Punishment and learned to spell patronymic.
When I was eighteen, I dyed my hair red from box.
When I was eighteen, I didn’t like beer.
When I was eighteen, I wrote a part of a story to my boyfriend Marc:
Now, abandoned by his companion and in a nightclub which owed a lot to the whole early 90’s Goth/Vamp movement, Kevin wandered silently. His mind wrote great fantasies of blood, violence, and justice and he strode, unheeding, between the stares and the gropes of the dissolute dancers. He flexed the powerful muscles of his back, his unfolding wings eclipsing the strobes and casting great shadows over the denizens of this room.
His body shuddered as he inhaled the acrid sweat of the hallucinogenic, hormoned populous, hopped up on substances comprised of equal parts narcotics, equal parts expectation. Kevin’s mind began to elongate and expand – he felt a growth from within; his vanity extinguished, his interest peaked. Could these chosen adolescents, fueled by social malaise and suburban boredom be the reason he was brought back to life? What did he have to offer, to enhance their drab days of big bucks and fast cars?
Although quite weak, Kevin noted in some form or other, a disgust and distrust of the environment he freely strode through. Banking on his good looks, flashy clothes and nine foot angel wings to distance himself on any would-be bloodsucker, he monitored the group.
But he did not dance.