I haven't heard from Will in a couple of days, he must be on vacation I keep telling myself. What I would give to see him play his guitar one last time. Paradise would be men and him, ageless, timeless, romping around Eden. God could make everything forbidden except him.
I don't know why, but I've always had a strong urge to please my father. I guess this is where Freud would come in with something clever about my childhood. And, he wouldn't be completely off. Growing up, my sister, Lenna was my father's favorite. She was pretty and thin with big hazel eyes. She was his spitting image. I was awkward and chubby, my head always buried in a book. I spent most of my time cooped up in my room, away from the rest of my family who sat together in the living room. I felt unwanted. I felt like an imposition. I often wondered if it's more likely that my mother slept with some other man. Their marriage has always been rocky and turbulent. In it's last years it was violent, dangerous and destructive, emotions were charged and everything hung precariously off a single fragile thread.
I won't lie. I'm slightly nervous about my procedure tomorrow. And, I know I should shave and be ready to present myself in the buff to some complete stranger. I really hope he's not a man.
I don't know why, but I've always had a strong urge to please my father. I guess this is where Freud would come in with something clever about my childhood. And, he wouldn't be completely off. Growing up, my sister, Lenna was my father's favorite. She was pretty and thin with big hazel eyes. She was his spitting image. I was awkward and chubby, my head always buried in a book. I spent most of my time cooped up in my room, away from the rest of my family who sat together in the living room. I felt unwanted. I felt like an imposition. I often wondered if it's more likely that my mother slept with some other man. Their marriage has always been rocky and turbulent. In it's last years it was violent, dangerous and destructive, emotions were charged and everything hung precariously off a single fragile thread.
I won't lie. I'm slightly nervous about my procedure tomorrow. And, I know I should shave and be ready to present myself in the buff to some complete stranger. I really hope he's not a man.
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