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there’s gotta be

some kind of metaphysical

lesson here, he

thought as

he turned away from her

in bed

and got slapped on the face

and had to turn

right back

and hold her in his arms

no exchange of

words between them

It’s been only a few months, perhaps

three or four, since

he broke into her

car

and stole her backpack with

money and her ID

and books and other stuff,

and returned it to her door

the next day

Pretending he was

this hero

who brings back the stolen goods

“A guy tried to sell me

these books to

get money for meth,” he said

when he gave it back

and from one word to another

the hero

eventually invited the

damsel in distress to dinner

and from then on

they became

a couple

“Know what you want in life

and go after it,” his

father would’ve said

It made sense, but…

attaining the object of one’s

desire

certainly isn’t always

a good thing

If we’re to get really

metaphysical here, people

are nothing more

than children in the grand scheme of

things

and children sometimes

desire to touch the hot stove

or to lick at the

blue flames thinking they’re cold

We think that the

fulfillment of one’s wish

translates into happiness

we’re so

damn wrong, aren’t we?

“Did you remember to set the

alarm for 6:30 AM?” she asked

in the darkness

“Sure,” he said.

“Good. Now squeeze me tighter. And don’t

let go even as you fall asleep or

I’ll slap you again.

Gods, love, sometimes I think you’ve

the mind of a child.

Why else won’t you understand that

the right dreams

come only as I’m being held tight,

squeezed in a man’s arms.

This night

the spirit guardian is going to

reveal to us

what grave to dig on the morrow. So

squeeze me right

while I tune in to hear, okay?”

“Uh… Right. Good night, love.”

“Good night.”