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A Figure from the Past
Apr. 6th, 2018 10:55 amCurious. Taking advantage of the overcast, breezy morning, I was out front taking care of the kitty-litter box and the trash bins. A pick-up truck parked nearby, and a little latino man approached me, about my size but with good skin. He asked about the white dogs.
What? That was a long time ago. Cancer. Old age.
He talked about the white fencing, those lattices. A long time ago. He is like a figure from another era. Though, he seems rather young, younger than me, maybe thirties, possibly forties, I guess. He had to be really young back then, at the turn of the century, almost twenty years ago.
He mentioned Teri, too, talked about how he saw her brushing the dogs. Probably Princess.
She is gone, too. Not long after we put up the white lattices. I confessed that I don't remember him. He wasn't offended. We joked about my weight. He said I lost weight, that I was really big then. That's not what my scale says! Ha, ha. And we part.
This queer episode leads me to think about how nice it would be to have friends and share a reality in common. But I don't know if I could appreciate an injun social circle, especially a sexless one with no pretty girl for me. Still, my isolation and detachment is no good at all, my little life of the mind - that sense of a life unused, simply tossed aside like a losing lottery ticket.
What? That was a long time ago. Cancer. Old age.
He talked about the white fencing, those lattices. A long time ago. He is like a figure from another era. Though, he seems rather young, younger than me, maybe thirties, possibly forties, I guess. He had to be really young back then, at the turn of the century, almost twenty years ago.
He mentioned Teri, too, talked about how he saw her brushing the dogs. Probably Princess.
She is gone, too. Not long after we put up the white lattices. I confessed that I don't remember him. He wasn't offended. We joked about my weight. He said I lost weight, that I was really big then. That's not what my scale says! Ha, ha. And we part.
This queer episode leads me to think about how nice it would be to have friends and share a reality in common. But I don't know if I could appreciate an injun social circle, especially a sexless one with no pretty girl for me. Still, my isolation and detachment is no good at all, my little life of the mind - that sense of a life unused, simply tossed aside like a losing lottery ticket.
