Hiding in plain sight

“Where are we going?” Kitty asked him.  “The King just said the Window was nearby, not where it actually was.”

“It is in a field next to an extremely large building,” Jaguar replied.  “Beyond that I am afraid I cannot be more specific, as I confess I have not taken the time to learn the building’s function.”

“Huh,” Kitty answered, puzzled by where he could mean.  Her town was not exactly a thriving metropolis: the only large buildings next to a field she could think of included the police station, which bordered a meadow on the other side of town, and the liquor store, next to a vacant lot about 5 miles away.  She was desperately hoping the King hadn't miscalculated the distance and that she wouldn't need to walk there when Jaguar came to a stop.  “We are here,” he said, but Kitty had to do a double take before she trusted herself to answer, “The high school!  You must be kidding!”

“I am afraid not.  Is this where you are receiving your education?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Kitty said, stunned to think she had been this close to the Last Window all of these years and had never known it.  Her mistake in trying to guess the location from Jaguar’s description had been in her interpretation of the word field, because Jaguar hadn't meant the kind with wildflowers and hornet’s nests.  He had meant the kind the junior varsity football squad practiced on.

“Do you see the Window?” he asked her

Kitty peered into the darkness.  “Oh my god, yes,” she exclaimed, because there it was, shimmering in the moonlight, just in front of the goal posts.  She wondered how on earth she could have missed it before now…until she remembered that she hated organized sports and avoided all practice fields like the plague.

What remains

I slipped inside of the

oily puddle today.

Even though I knew it

was there.

The twig you threw was good

enough to save

itself, barely.

Still, it was the strangest thing.

While I was waiting,

suddenly I had this tree.

Not much moves me,

but I had to move for the roots.

They were so big.

It burned inside, I know it.

The petrol had to burn the

branches inside,

had to leave scars that

never turn white.

The explosion would have

horrified you,

had you waited to see.

Oil does that—

it explodes.

And then there is nothing left.

Not even a twig.

Convictions

were you caught

in the fire storm of a million

conversations

or lost

in a dying admission

because just one thing I can show

and that is I am here

without you

alone

Committee Meeting notes, March 4, 2008, 12:25 a.m.

All members present and accounted for, except for the monkey, who is already bored and feels his presence is not required.

Melvin would like to point out that Marissa still looks very bulky yet ate several sweets today.

Marissa responds that she is quite aware.

Melvin is also worried that Marissa is a bit full of herself at the moment, which, he believes, is never a good sign.

Mike suggests that Melvin is a jerk.

Mirabella, as usual, has nothing to say.

Minnie is tired and wants to pet the cats.

Melinda is sure the world is about to come to an end.  Not even the monkey is interested.

Melvin gives his permission for certain stories to be told.  Marissa is fine with that.  Melvin remarks yet again on Marissa's bulky appearance and on her "loose" grasp of reality.

Marissa is annoyed and calls the meeting to an end.

Elegy

Now our half-truths ship out

under cover of a cloud-filled sky

the sun you once spoke of

never any friend of mine

can you feel it rain

can you?          

The sleeping bear

All of the followers had gone, sucked up into the girl’s funnel cloud and carried off to god knows where.  What remained lay on the ground, broken.  The restaurant would not be serving again.

I was wondering with a pang of regret where Marietta had gone when a dishevelled figure with a lopsided purple hairdo and an old face limped over to me.  The cruelty in her expression had now become mingled with resentment.  We just stood and looked at each other for a while, until she said, “You think you have won.  But the spell is broken for you, too.”

“I know,” I answered.  “But at least I can live with myself.”

“We’ll see about that,” she replied.  She then disappeared, rather against her will, I thought, into a cloud of foul-smelling smoke.

The enemy within

silence a mocking foe

shrouded in hope

I was waiting where did you go        

you cannot say and I         

I just do not know

from way over there

you do not echo anywhere

I am so

lost

the deadliest place is no place new at all