the play I went to see and in my new chunky-clunks, boxy in black & white, very Spanish in appearance. There too late for the ribbon cutting and toast, too early for show in an hour, perfect slip time as I hadn’t made it to the Liberty online box.
I left his new black-box after paying Estelle, or was it her twin Celeste for my entry, no glass of champagne being offered, just a greasy salmon spread baguette-bit I shook my head to. His parents several years older and shriveled, the father not seeing me and bending awkwardly, his primary school teacher antics on high alert to do the right thing and napkin up some spill his old eyes just couldn’t find causing the gathering to part in circle, like a breakdance bandit taking up the floor with his popping backsides.
My-needs has a new towering blonde girlfriend who in dart, looked at my matching height and whiplashed away. So, I took my exit, walked the few blocks to the Voodoo where I happened upon a chance to encourage again the love of a very creative young man I was meant, as I once met him in the Cathedral forest on his belly to see nature more closely. Ironically, we’d had a conversation then about space worms and the woman he loves. Yet, now he recalls all as if a wrinkled fable and not a fact, blasted by the world, he having a small white cup of coffee. I do my best to offer a spoken bijou violet, a royal, purple smear under the LOVE he once scrawled. I remember and so too can you.
An hour later, I leave suggesting to the two at my arms, maybe we all meet later to bark at the moon? He emphatically moving his head and she raising her hand as fire starter.
My friend, who is most candid on phone and a disappearing act in real-time had sent her baby-daddy to see the play without her, he an inspiring actor himself who’d said he read the script and it was just so weird.
A grand opening dream of the man who called me an abuser after our night of horror’s at the Scotland Steiner camp. Though I felt slaughtered, the light of the moon shone down on me, I saw her, she who instructs on how to use geranium petals! The portals of standing circles and the heartbeat we both heard though we hadn’t spoken a word.
If we, Lupus/gold coin and I, have no more of these black codes to figure together can’t she let it go? I sat next to S.Wood, (baby-daddy) my dear friend calls him and we both gained by having a side-by, for the collection of broken and forever co-mingling relationships, the talking screens depicting past lives, present dreams, tick-tock-time interactions.
I shared my cactus flavored, Finnish licorice bits, the theater stifling in its humidity.
Only one strange, UFO encounter with a person, man or woman, who came huffing in after my entry to scream at me about not saying, “hello,” and just who the hell did I think I was?! It took me almost eleven seconds to figure out I was the target and so I looked at the pale, otherworldly face very closely, could this being have been one of my former students, changed genders? I don’t know if my concern was an undesired response, or calming in some ghost-loving way, but the golden-orange animation on half-turn yelled, “Well, fuck you anyway!” and just as quickly was ether again.
Once more, my dream in play, when at the dénouement Jerome, who is Bill Ham, constellated a bird-topped cane, a star song, and ascended the stairs.
Photo: Last night's full moon, after midnight camera phone, Susan's address light, number 10 street lamp, a reflection of my fairy string.
And, of course I put out a dish of water to be co-mingled with moonbeams in which I will anoint myself.