kissing’s for fictional weekends

two well dressed boys
Originally uploaded by Foxtongue.

Nudity invalidates marriage.

&nbsp I forget the generation gaps in behavioral intimacy. I am lucky in people, they put up with my unusual etiquette. “What planet are you from?” I remember that. Raised away, brought away, none of it mattered until a star fell into me and smoldered there. Ah, yes. This matters, this is language. I speak it differently. I forget. I don’t repent. That would imply that I am contrite to such a degree that I am willing to change behavior basic to me, but no. I am merely sorry. “It’s been such a bad year.” How do I explain discarded? Everything believed in, shed as ruined unwanted skin. A strange theory of relativity twined with honour like snakes on a caduceus stick. What I mean, that everything’s been burned up. The light flared up and devoured everything that used to understand these ripples of meaning. Now I’m learning from scratch. What I know is simple but not inherent.

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&nbsp Hands like electric lights are not bright enough. I require fire to invite me back to the encampment. Until then, books will do. They’re the one armored thing I can carry without burden. I do not bend under the weight of scientific knowledge, only need. See then what I leave behind to continue. Skills, the charming impotent vision of memory. That television perfect embrace. How he startled when he saw I was there. How he startled when I announced our engagement to the room. The day when I opened my in-box to three deaths. The things found in a heap some time last spring.

*I carry special thanks in me that I found no-one I knew in that entirely beautiful compilation of photographs.