North Carolina and the Moment In Which People Kiss.
I sang the words of
Joni
Mitchell
and pretended to own barstools as my sweaters lost color, I scribbled words on napkins and
slid drinks underneath them, I pretended to be...
him.
“Buy me something, something I can wear around my neck and place pictures in, something
that sparkles, something.....pretty,” I asked him.
He shook his head because he knew about my tendencies to break chains when I felt too
locked up, he knew the way I loved to run.
I stopped for a second and paused the moment we were supposed to kiss in, I placed my head
on his lap and told him of North Carolina~
only because I loved the words.
I stopped there, sometimes, on the borders that separate Virginia, I've thrown my life on
hotel room floors, losing it under the bed just so I could sleep, I've walked out and left
myself behind, and I've wondered, those times, about the meaning of forever.
We met, he and I, you know, in a hotel, in a room where the key unlocked me, and I had
thrown myself to the floor with a black skirt and a pair of fishnets and
h i d
under the bed while he smiled...
I kept my eyes open, on top of bedspreads and headboards and I kept thinking that we'd
stayed too long
that
we
stayed past the moment where people kiss...
and I wondered, that time, if that moment meant forever, but I forgot to ask and was too
frightened to hear the answer.
Years later, we slept, we dreamed in North Carolina, after I sang him
Joni Mitchell
after he gave me something pretty,
he gave me his name
to dangle
around
my
neck.
Copyright © Jeanmarie Marchese | Year Posted 2007
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