Two sisters, one British accent. I met the elder, Brunette, once before on Halloween. She wore a slutty maid costume. She left it on when we had sex. I met the younger, Blonde, just that night. A crowd of us were in the kitchen of a friend’s parents. Several of us were sitting around the island, drinking and laughing. Out of view, under the countertop I was secretly holding Blonde’s hand. She was far and away the prettier of the two, and her hands were very soft. I kissed her unexpectedly outside.
They both came back to my mom’s house with me, to sleep there. I was hoping to unmake the bed with both of them really, or only the younger. They got to talking that got to texting and secrets got out. Brunette was a little bit upset about me holding little Blonde’s hand and all. I was honest with them though. They weren’t mad. Blonde, to my chagrin, slept in the next room. Brunette slept in my bed, her breath stunk something awful from drinking vodka and grape juice.
Jacques and I were going to the little theater at Coolidge Corner. I’d been excited about this movie for months. This guy has a recurring dream where he’s chased by an exact number of dogs; it’s an animated film about the 1982 invasion of Lebanon. We stopped at some pizza place, lotta little pizza places in Boston. The best one though: Chacho’s, in Mission Hill, and not just because of the cute girl who recognizes me behind the counter. But the pizza at this little spot in Brookline wasn’t so bad. The night felt kind of tense, a real energy out there, at least to me, crowded streets and the city alive right after the sunset. I felt very alive. Then I was sitting in the dark crying my eyes out, trying to be as quiet as possible. People are always being murdered on this planet. I tried not to disturb the other people watching. Afterward, Jacques and I sat in the empty theater for a while, crushed. I felt very alone.
I was at the two girls’ house, their parents were out of town. I took a long shower hoping they’d come in; they sat in the living room, probably awkwardly. We played with a Ouija board, they said it didn’t work because I didn’t believe. The three of us slept in one bed, I kissed Blonde while underneath the blankets Brunette secretly touched me on my skin. I felt very alone, but it wasn’t so bad.
[Note: This piece is based quite a bit upon a Koan: http://deoxy.org/koan/88]
[Note: This piece is based quite a bit upon a Koan: http://deoxy.org/koan/88]
