Saturday, January 8, 2011

The He's And I's of Friday's

The laugh---

He, I have something to tell you.

I, Let me guess…

The nod---

He, You seem to already know.

I, Please, I wrote the book on that shit.

The slip---

He, How did you know?

I, Language + Circumstances +History = Predictable.

The idiosyncrasy---

He, describes.

I, laugh.

The balls---

He, Oh the courage…

I, Sometimes it takes being with a mother to grow …

The straight---

He said that it was face-to-face.

I laugh.

The beginnings---

He, Is it a matter of opposites?

I, Sometimes it’s simply a matter of being with someone who doesn’t know you.

The news---

They, roar… about… protocol.

I, sigh… nod… laugh some more.

The provisions---

He, Protocol? There is no protocol… To his/her own time&MO.

I, Oh you guys…What little you know…There is.

The in-betweens---

He, And you?

I, Not interested in inflicting that kind of baggage on someone. Just having fun. Not taking anything seriously.

On options---

He, I envy you…

I, Having somebody has never been a problem. Just a matter of choice.

The some of protocol---

He, How long then?

I, Six months to a year. Otherwise you’ll be more of a mess and you’re gonna take someone with you. A matter of habits. Haven’t you boys learned?

The love---

He shrugs, Maybe it’s love.

I smile, Is it? I hope it’s all happier.

The Dominoes---

He, Doesn’t know much…

I, Been trying to prevent division of people and properties.

The Middle---

I, It comes, you know. Most of the time you don’t want to be with anybody who will be a tie to the previous one.

He, I can handle it.

The lines---

He, I will not condone violence.

I, You don’t fuck with me.

He, I don’t fucking care who…

I, Again, anything can be done with a snap. It depends on how I react. But she hurts him and I’ll fucking kill her. That guy doesn’t deserve more hurts. Then again, it’s no longer my business, is it.

The shrug---

He, You’re taking it well

I, We all try to be gracious.

The bug---

He, I’m glad.

I, All part of the process: it passes.

The question on and on---

He, Would you like to have sex with me tonight?

I, Geez, get some finesse or some game, man.

The call---

I, asking where he is.

He, answering and asking what is.

The text---

I, saying what is.

He, asking where and with whom.

The presence---

I, surprised every time, always unexpecting.

He, cool and sweet, always coming.

The business of cool---

He sits, Isn’t it his right.

I smile, It is.

Up to you----

He, Are we going home or going somewhere else.

I, Not yet. One for the road.

Something else---

He says, Let’s give you something else to think about.

I laugh, Let’s ride.

This mind---

He says, You dwell.

I say, There are some things I try to forget but I can’t. I learn from mistakes by remembering.

He and I---

I, smoking with my feet propped on the banister, drinking iced tea.

He, smoking with his feet propped on the table, drinking water.

On control---

He, You can’t control everything.

I, I know. But she says nothing happens to me that I don’t allow. Again, choice, even the hurtful ones.

He, And when something does?

I, I feel raped.

On Feeling---

He, Do you feel as if you’ve been duped.

I, Nope.

How then---

He, It’s understandable if you feel hurt. That was a long time.

I, It’s like you have a bandaged scab and you ripped the bandage in one go. Nothing first. Then just a sting. The scab holds.

The agreement---

He, Whatever any of those I get involved with does before, during, after, it’s nothing compared to what I’ve done. I let it go.

I, Courtesy. And you’ve done everything. And that’s why.

The some of protocol---

He, I gave her a ring---

I hold out two fingers.

He laughs, No shit? That’s fucking true?! Really?! Two years to get married?! Shit!

I nod and laugh--- It’s protocol.

On sweetness---

He, With women, I can be bad, worse, worst but I can be sweet.

I, Yes you are.

On Fidelity---

He, It’s for marriage.

I, It is. And before?

He says, Fucking unrealistic that. The stag party alone.

I laugh.

On the question---

He laughs, Doesn’t he have any sort of game?!

I scoff, Precisely.

The basics of base----

He, The collarbone.

I, And?

And----

He smiles, That’s just the collarbone. And the fucking idiot has to ask? So base.

I laugh, Thanks. I sure will keep that in mind next time I fuck a woman.

The friendship---

He laughs, shakes his head, Why the hell am I telling you all these things??

I laugh, You taught me a lot of things, hello. And I know you’re not at talker but we’re friends.

What will---

I ask, And just what will you do if I cry?

He laughs, I have a hanky. But don’t.

I laugh, Drive you nuts, huh? Don’t you worry.

He answers, Yeah. Can’t stand to see you cry.

What one wants---

He asks, What do you want?

I answer, I like this. I’d like to be alone for a while.

On Beso---

He kisses, Good morning.

I kiss, Good morning.

He asks, Who’s that?

I answer, My sisters, telling them I’m with you

On sleep---

He asks, Did you sleep?

I answer, Yes. You?

He answers, Not really.

I laugh, Right. You didn’t move much. Thanks for not rolling over me. Woke up one time and your head was on my pillow.

He shrugs, Did I snore?

I laugh, Nope.

.Resolved---

He asks, Anything else on that mind?

I laugh, None actually.

He laughs, Problem solved.

I laugh more.

On Thanks---

I smile, Make sure your next text is better. Make it good.

He laughs, makes it better, makes it good.

He sends a message.

I laugh.

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