I never asked for
strength I simply
hoped for
change.
Courage wasn't
a part of my
vocabulary - I
only wanted
to stop
feeling like
I was spinning
void of
control.
Who did I call?
It was Phillip
that told me
"But everything,
EVERYTHING will
change."
I never asked
for a new life
or a wester side
of the country
to live on I only
wanted to
get a
fucking
grip. I had no
concept of
three hundred and
twenty days of
sun I only felt that
somewhere it
existed. I never knew
that out there
there were women
with
my nearly exact
story.
I refused to
picture myself as
the hysterical spat
of rage at
four o'clock
in the morning
after your phone
rang,
One hundred and
ten down
I55 in
hysterics because
my life was all
good and I
"Had it" and
nothing
bothered me.
I could have
killed
people with that
shit - with my
epitome of self
wellness through
gin induced
denial.
A lot of things
that were beyond
my control
happened in my life
and it wasn't ever
ok to talk on that or
write on that or
acknowledge myself
as all
of that. A lot of those
things
were my choice.
Many were not - the
difference un blurs
a little more
each day.
I remember that phone
call with Phillip. Sitting on
my mother's stoop I
just hung up the
phone in a
terrified
silence.
I ate a bottle of
addoral that week
and was going to
a bar for Corrine's
birthday that night.
I ordered two double
Tangurray rocks - it
was last call
and I slammed the
first one and stared
sadly at the
second as all of
the lights came up.
I left that gin on
the table and I haven't
picked it or anything
similar up
since. Today people
gave me a lot of
flower bouqets and
cupcakes and
roses, books, coins and
written cards,
mix cd's.
We bought our
puppy a hot pink
spiked collar and I
never could have
known to ask
for a life
like. Nobody
knows for sure
if a rainbow will
appear after
a storm.
But I like to think
that people attain
some hidden
capacity for
hope and
courage and
love
anyway. Somebody said
to me once that they
would be so angry
if I ever
were to turn out
to be
average.
"You will be
a huge example
and that
will either be
of the dark or
of the
light."
Today I choose
light.
He is one of
the people I
adore the most
in my life.
On Monday,
I cried.
Cried my eyes out
and told a group
of people
how shit high
I wanted to get.
"I don't call
any of you
people anyway.
What's the point?
Two years it's all
of this time sober and
I don't even know
how to focus
and fucking act.
I'm like Harvey Dent
with this duality.
If you peeled back
all of these girl
parts you would see
a contrast
that you wouldn't
want to
look at."
And that day, he
gave me a hug, the
way he always does -
with his arms spread
out far in front of him
so we don't touch.
"I have something
for you, will I see you
on Thursday?"
So today came and
he pulled me aside,
he said
"After all of the
crystals and
things you have
given me,
I wanted to
make sure
that I got to give
something to you."
Phillip gave me
Harvey Dent's
original coin,
used in the
Batman Forever
production. I didn't
ask him
how he got it.
He only made me promise
never to
pawn it.
So I did, and after
that I marveled
at what a charmed
charmed
little life
that some days
I have.
I am generally not
myself
in front of
many people.
I don't talk about my
rocks, let alone
their names or
why
they have them.
Even my best friend,
she says
"You're buying
ROCKS again?!"
I found myself
yestearday
rattling off
their names
to somebody
within the
mahogany
walls. It was
silly and I
learned something
about myself -
that really
so very few people
actually
know me.
So I sat outside
with Phillip, like i
do on
Monday
afternoons -
talking at length
over the things
we both
believe in.
"Do you know
what a privilege
it is, to even be
on this planet
anyway?
And how huge
we really are,
and how small
this all really is?"
"I need you
to not be
afraid."
He says.
"She couldn't
have asked for
a better person to
write that
script."
Phillip is one of those
people within my life
that I could tell
anything to.
I've heard it a
million times
of how I am from
"Other."
Of how I am
"Other."
And I swear
for the first time
I found
another from
other
too.
I watched the door
waiting for her -
she didn't ever
come in.
I held the novel
tightly
in my hand,
before after
a few minutes
I placed it
on the
floor. I brushed
my hair
everybody. I
curled it too and I
got new mascara
and expensive
concealer.
"Court makeup."
We used to
call it.
But she didn't
walk through that
door.
Today
Jennifer's
absence
taught me
hope
never
loses.
In having hope
for her,
I lost
nothing.
So many people
around me say
"You get used
to it. There are
so many
that just never
come
back."
I hope
I never
get used
to that.
I gave
that book
to Phillip
instead.
He knew
why it was
with me but
said
nothing of it.
He just
hugged me and
thanked me
said that he
loved me and
told me he'd see
me on
Monday.
I catch him
beaming light
the ways I do and I
smile at our
cross fade.
Today I walked
up to him quickly
I said
"I caught you."
Like a monk,
he laughed
shyly,
bowed his
bald head and
said
"I see you
do it all of the time
too. I
watch you
when you
glow. You glow
so especially."
"Maybe we
should color
coordinate." Is all
I say as I squeeze
his hand and
walk
away.
I walked up
to these kids
after that,
"You smoke
the same cigarettes
that I do."
The young girl,
about sixteen
said to
me shyly.
"Well there you
have it."
I have always wondered
what to say
to new people.
"Hi" is so
simple but that's
what I did.
"It started
for me
with raves.
I was fucked
from the gate,
basically
and
lived my life
from Thursday
to Wednesday
based off of
flyers and
benders.
I don't smoke
meth or crack and
the people around me
don't die because
the ones that will
I already
left."
The kid stares at me.
Stares at me before he
says with a laugh
"You don't look like
you've ever done
a drug
in your
life."
All I said was
Just Believe
as I
picked up their
cigarette butts
smiled
and went to
work.
I wonder
if they saw me
try to walk
normal
after what
they
said.