Exercise #3
But
let me ask you just one last time. Does this match? Do we
match?
Let’s blend in to keep ourselves hidden, protected,
conformed
with one another. I know what you are going to
say
now. Did I wear this dress for you? The answer is no. Or
maybe
it isn’t. Do I look like her? I could be exotic too. I can
say
words like cantina. And I know a
place downtown that
makes
really good carnitas. I don’t smell anything like Colom-
bia
though. And you can’t fall heavy in my midnight eyes. Mine
are
hazel. My mind is hazel. Muted now for the most part. I feel
camouflaged.
Falling apart into everything. Unnoticed. Can you
see
me? I lied. I did wear this for you. Who else would I wear it
for?
Him? He was just complimenting my legs. Really. It was just
the
one time. Can you forgive me? Can we forgive each other?
The
universe divides us with invisible lines. Lines crossed. Lines
wrapping
around you with gravitational pull. You have a choice.
Here
is the equator. Are you coming home? Do you even remember
how
to get here from there? I can give you the coordinates. What did
you
find in the jungle? Men growing money? Or yourself? It wasn’t
me.
I’m here. Disguised as a memory. Your memory. And you can’t
find
me. You’ve lost me somewhere in the landscape of your mind.
Are
you a sniper rifle? Will you heat seek missile me? Do you care?
I’m
over there. Between dream sequence and the part of your brain
that
registers pain. This system is making me nervous. Let’s get
out
of here. Lose our heads all together. Trade them with strangers.
Go
on with our lives unrecognized. Here put this hat on. Doesn’t
that
look better?