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1 | --- | ||
2 | title: Statements | ||
3 | subtitle: a fragment | ||
4 | genre: mixed | ||
5 | |||
6 | project: | ||
7 | title: Autocento of the breakfast table | ||
8 | css: autocento | ||
9 | ... | ||
10 | |||
11 | I. Eli {#i.-eli .unnumbered} | ||
12 | ------ | ||
13 | |||
14 | "Can one truly describe an emotion?" Eli asked me over the | ||
15 | walkie-talkie. He was in the bathroom, & had taken the walkie-talkie in | ||
16 | with him absent-mindedly. I could hear sounds of his piss hitting the | ||
17 | toilet water. | ||
18 | |||
19 | "I can hear you peeing," I said. He didn't answer so I said in apology, | ||
20 | "It's okay. Humans are sexually dimorphic." I was sitting on my blue | ||
21 | baby blanket texting Jon, who was funny and amicable over the phone. He | ||
22 | made a three-message joke about greedy lawyers and I would have been | ||
23 | laughing if not for my embarrassment toward Eli. He finally came out of | ||
24 | the bathroom and kept his eyes straight ahead, toward the wall calendar | ||
25 | and not at me, as he passed through the family room into his bedroom, | ||
26 | were he shut the door quietly. Presently I heard some muffled noise as | ||
27 | he turned on his iPod. I guessed he didn't feel like talking so I stayed | ||
28 | on my blanket watching the Price is Right and texting Jon. | ||
29 | |||
30 | Drew Carrey was doing his wrap-up speech on TV when Eli finally came out | ||
31 | of his room, red puffy streaks covering his face. His eyes and nose were | ||
32 | red too, which was almost festive against the pale green and white of | ||
33 | the wallpaper. I had been laughing at the goofy costumes on the Price is | ||
34 | Right and the jokes Jon was texting me, but when Eli came out of the | ||
35 | room I stopped and just looked at him as well as I could. He was staring | ||
36 | at my right shoulder as he said, "Go home now." | ||
37 | |||
38 | "What?" | ||
39 | |||
40 | "I said go home now. I don't want you here anymore, because I just | ||
41 | remembered I have someone coming over and I have to clean." | ||
42 | |||
43 | "Look, Eli, I'm sorry---" | ||
44 | |||
45 | "It doesn't have anything to do with you, I swear. Just go, okay? Go | ||
46 | home now." | ||
47 | |||
48 | I got up and tried to give him a hug but he withdrew from me sharply. So | ||
49 | I walked around the coffee table as he sat down, not looking at me | ||
50 | anymore, and stared at the blank TV. The blanket I had been sitting in | ||
51 | was crumpled next to him like a dead bird. I opened my mouth but thought | ||
52 | better of talking, and closed the door behind me slowly. | ||
53 | |||
54 | II. Dimorphic {#ii.-dimorphic .unnumbered} | ||
55 | ------------- | ||
56 | |||
57 | Oranges. Poison. A compromise | ||
58 | between Mary & Judas. Blue | ||
59 | baby blankets swaddling greedy lawyers. | ||
60 | |||
61 | Can one truly describe an emotion? | ||
62 | I cut my ankle with a razor blade. | ||
63 | I can only go one at a time. Humanity | ||
64 | has a seething mass of eels | ||
65 | for a brain, mating in the water so forcefully | ||
66 | that it could drown you under the moon. | ||
67 | |||
68 | III. Declaration of Poetry {#iii.-declaration-of-poetry .unnumbered} | ||
69 | -------------------------- | ||
70 | |||
71 | You have to go one line at a time, and you have to start on the first or | ||
72 | second line. | ||