ahahha I stand corrected.
When I told him, it was 4 am and I was in turmoil. We had had supper earlier with friends. I couldn’t concentrate on eating. When I told him, he did not give me the response that I had imagined he would. I sulked for the better part of the day. A package came from America, a beautiful letter carved in wood. A temporary respite from the rejection I was feeling. I sulked some more.
That night he asked to come over. He came in his OCS singlet bearing avocados and monster oranges and four bottles of cooling water and much contrition. I can’t remember what we talked about now. I just remember obnoxiously taking his hand to hold and then drifting off to sleep.
In the morning he was gone, but of course everything had changed.
11 (by Java Knees)
Dear Architects - Casa De Uno - Monterrey, México 2009.
My house next time alright
I mean, before I put in the furniture obviously