Wednesday February 15 2012


DREAM: Sitting in a public place of some kind, maybe a mall. I’m browsing through a website on a flat screen computer that offers high profile jobs just by filling out a form. For some reason I’m putting in my father’s information in order to get him a job or maybe just to use for my advantage. The jobs offered are labeled in poetic code words like “Huggaboo Janitor” and “Prettified Savior”. Meanwhile, a war has begun on a campground not far from here. I ride over to a field where a man is controlling a hot air balloon. People gather near a shopping cart topped with a picnic tray. A woman trots over and explains she is about to cook a meal. But I brought a bag full of miscellaneous leftovers. We set them out like a buffet for everyone to dig into...

Waking up around 12:15 p.m.

Afternoon sex is grand.

Cinnamon Buns. Milk.

Her: “I love you.”

Me: “That’s true.”

Her: “Do you love me?”

Me: “That’s true too.”


Her: “I missed you when we weren’t together.”

Me: “Are you sure?”

Her: “Mhm.”

We do lunch at Panera.

Tuna Salad Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Creamy Tomato Soup. Sweet Tea.

All things are bright and beautiful until she decides to ask a very snide question out of left field...

Her: “Did you ever sleep with some Asian whore?”

Gosh, she can be so tactless sometimes. I had a sexual encounter in Japan once a long time ago, way before her and I were even together. And I already told her about it years ago. I guess it slipped from her memory. This strikes a dissonant chord in the conversation and reminds her of other things better left forgotten about. I try to be sensitive with my words but it’s useless because she’s notorious for keeping a record of one’s wrongs...

Me: “You’re holding onto the past and not living in the moment with me. The past is not tangible. You can’t touch it anymore. C’mon. It’s February fifteenth two thousand twelve.”


Her: “Robert, we’re never going to date again. This isn’t going to work. Nothing’s going to change.”

Me: “Well that’s up to you to change. All I ask for is one simple thing. I don’t want a girlfriend who can’t forgive.”

I can see it so clearly. It’s in her heavy the grudges are. It’s too powerful for her to handle. Surrender. Let it go. Clean slate. Pure.

Vaginasaurs practice at Stephanie’s house. Running through the set...having a good ole time.

Apple. Honey Green Tea.

Back home.

Making dinner and hanging out at the card table with Darren and Stephanie.

Tofu Pad Thai with Peas and Mushrooms.

Art shows up and we head to the Lynnhaven Middle School tennis courts for a game. John Flowers, Elliott, and Sarah join in, but only for a brief time because the lights go black right at 10 o’clock sharp.

I retreat to Margot’s place per her request. She apologizes for earlier today and we sort of pick up where we left off in the conversation but in a more constructive way.


Me: “You’re a phenomenon to me.”

Her: “What do you mean by that?”

Me: “You just are. You’re a phenomenon in every way...everything from your extreme upset nature to your beauty...”


A long drawn out couch sexcapade.

Back home.

Sleep just before 3 a.m.

[i] Conch Picture. Michael & Cyprian Chomicki.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Having sex on another persons couch is TACTLESS!!!!