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2title: 'Feeding the raven'
3project: 'Elegies for Alternate Selves'
4project-order: 16
5genre: 'prose'
6...
7
8You never can tell just when Charlie Sheen will enter your life. For me,
9it was last Thursday. I was reading some translation of a Japanese
10translation of "The Raven" in which the Poe and the raven become
11friends. At one point the raven gets very sick and Poe feeds him at his
12bedside and nurses him back to health. The story was very heartwarming
13and sad at the same time and my tears were welling up when suddenly I
14heard a knock on my door.
15
16I shuffled over, sniffling but managing to keep my cheeks dry to open
17it. Of course Charlie was beaming on the other side, with a bag of
18flowers and a grin like a [dog][]'s. He bounded in the room without saying
19hello and threw the flowers in the sink, opened the refrigerator and
20started poking around. I said "It's nice to see you too" and went to my
21room to get a camera, as well as a notebook for him to sign.
22
23When I came back he was on the floor, hunched and groaning. I looked on
24the table to see a month-old half-gallon of milk---now cottage
25cheese---half-empty and dripping. The remnants were on his mouth, and at
26once I saw my chance to become Poe in this [translation of a translation][]
27of a translation. I knelt next to Charlie, cradled his head in my lap.
28He looked up at me with a stare full of terror. I returned it levelly,
29making cooing noises at him until he calmed down.
30
31When he was calm he excused himself to be sick on my toilet. He wouldn't
32let me follow but said he would sign whatever I liked when he got back.
33After half an hour passed and all I'd had for company was the ticking of
34the [clock][], I went to the bathroom door. I knocked carefully---once, then
35twice---to no beaming face, no flowers. I opened the door. There was shit
36on the floor and the window was open. There was a breeze blowing.
37
38[dog]: purpose-dogs.html
39[translation of a translation]: todaniel.html
40[clock]: boar.html