the discretion of
a full regalia clown
astounded by the looks he draws
a familiarity of strangers
standing all around
to be at peace with water
while you flounder
requires that you drown
written by Andrew Brobyn
17.2.10
Hometown Playground
Moseying down main street with
the discretion of
a full regalia clown
astounded by the looks he draws
a familiarity of strangers
standing all around
to be at peace with water
while you flounder
requires that you drown
written by Andrew Brobyn
the discretion of
a full regalia clown
astounded by the looks he draws
a familiarity of strangers
standing all around
to be at peace with water
while you flounder
requires that you drown
written by Andrew Brobyn
9.2.10
Who Are You?
He does not feel well; this is his first thought. He does not know where he is: his second thought. He feels a leg stir beside his. There is a woman there. He remembers how and why she ended up beside him, but he does not remember who she is. What they were last night no longer matters, for this morning he feels nothing but an odd sort of curiosity over her. He wonders about her. He wonders if she is funny, depressing, a dreamer or bland. Suddenly her phone starts ringing. She swiftly, as if she were already awake, gets up and reaches for it on a bed stand. He watches her as she talks to a girlfriend. She was awake, he thought. I wonder what she was thinking about. Maybe she was wondering about me.
He is in the kitchen holding his head. Staring at the table, his mind is blank. She is standing, leaned against a counter, waiting for the coffee machine. They have not said much to each other past the ‘good morning how did you sleeps’. Both sets of eyes are lowered. He feels uncomfortable not knowing who she is. He was never very good at this kind of thing. He chuckles, “I’m sorry, but I’ve completely forgotten your name.”
She looks at him and their eyes meet. She for the first time considers this man in her apartment. She knows how and why he’s with her, but for the life of her she can’t remember who he is. She knows she is comfortable around him, she knows how his presence affects her. She does not, however, know anything about him. She only knows him in terms of herself. She does not find him particularly handsome; to her he is rather average looking. She does like his eyes though. She is looking at his eyes now, and she smiles. She tells him not to worry, that she had forgotten his as well. They both laugh a little, both relieved.
He is watching Sarah pour their coffee. He enjoys her profile against the sunny window. He does not find her particularly beautiful, but does enjoy something about her. He is in no rush to leave. He is wondering what sort of question he should ask her next. All he knows is that he needs to ask something. He begins with her job.
She is a private investor, and he is a freelance writer. She lives here in this part of town and he lives more North. She likes to take the bus everywhere while he enjoys walking no matter the weather. They both enjoy sushi and both dream of visiting Japan. She is passionate about animal rights while he is an environmentalist. She enjoys reading and he enjoys cooking.
She has enjoyed talking with Derek. It seemed very natural to make dinner plans when they both discovered they shared a love for the same sushi restaurant, but now she was having second thoughts. It wasn’t like her to be so comfortable with a stranger. She doesn’t usually do this sort of thing. She wondered what sort of thing she usually did do. She has changed as time has passed, for at an earlier point of her life she would have answered Derek’s questions much differently.
In a flash of insight she realized her values are not immutable. She likes certain things now, but, she hopes, she won’t like those things the rest of her life. Surely people’s tastes change and develop. She worries that the candidness of their conversation has given Derek the wrong impression of her. He probably thinks he knows her but she knows that she is more than her present being. She suddenly feels the present is no way to judge a person. She feels a desire to get to know Derek better. She decides to ask about his past.
He grew up in a very different city with just his mother while she has always lived in this one. Both his parents are now passed on while both hers are alive. He went to school for philosophy, she for accounting. He just ended a 4-year relationship last April while she, after dating someone for 8 years, has been single for over 2.
Derek felt much better now and was in fact quite comfortable, save for one thing. He had been telling her about his past actions as if they were still relevant. He knew that he was very different now. He knew that should he be faced with past circumstances now, in the present, he would act very differently this time around. It bothered him that she was building an image of him based on obsolete facts. They in no way reflected how he would act today. He decided to tell her he felt this way.
She was a bit surprised, but was also relieved. It gave her a chance to mention to him that like he found the past to be a misrepresentation of who he was, she felt the present was as well. They looked at each other, perplexed and intrigued, and they both agreed. They both knew one could never describe their identity with facts. They both knew their identities could not be captured like that.
It has been 3 years since they met, and neither one still knows the other. At first it started with dinner at the sushi restaurant. They had continued to talk, trying to figure out the other person. Each one’s intrigue grew the more they listened to the other, finding themselves edging closer and closer in curiosity until one day they realized they had ventured too far. There was no turning back; they were in love. The more Derek learnt about Sarah the more he realized there was more to her he had not yet seen. He found this mysterious and alluring. It was the same case with Sarah; every new layer to Derek she uncovered hinted at a further, deeper, still unseen layer. They could not understand it, they had never thought themselves to be so complex.
written by Ben Bousada
He is in the kitchen holding his head. Staring at the table, his mind is blank. She is standing, leaned against a counter, waiting for the coffee machine. They have not said much to each other past the ‘good morning how did you sleeps’. Both sets of eyes are lowered. He feels uncomfortable not knowing who she is. He was never very good at this kind of thing. He chuckles, “I’m sorry, but I’ve completely forgotten your name.”
She looks at him and their eyes meet. She for the first time considers this man in her apartment. She knows how and why he’s with her, but for the life of her she can’t remember who he is. She knows she is comfortable around him, she knows how his presence affects her. She does not, however, know anything about him. She only knows him in terms of herself. She does not find him particularly handsome; to her he is rather average looking. She does like his eyes though. She is looking at his eyes now, and she smiles. She tells him not to worry, that she had forgotten his as well. They both laugh a little, both relieved.
He is watching Sarah pour their coffee. He enjoys her profile against the sunny window. He does not find her particularly beautiful, but does enjoy something about her. He is in no rush to leave. He is wondering what sort of question he should ask her next. All he knows is that he needs to ask something. He begins with her job.
She is a private investor, and he is a freelance writer. She lives here in this part of town and he lives more North. She likes to take the bus everywhere while he enjoys walking no matter the weather. They both enjoy sushi and both dream of visiting Japan. She is passionate about animal rights while he is an environmentalist. She enjoys reading and he enjoys cooking.
She has enjoyed talking with Derek. It seemed very natural to make dinner plans when they both discovered they shared a love for the same sushi restaurant, but now she was having second thoughts. It wasn’t like her to be so comfortable with a stranger. She doesn’t usually do this sort of thing. She wondered what sort of thing she usually did do. She has changed as time has passed, for at an earlier point of her life she would have answered Derek’s questions much differently.
In a flash of insight she realized her values are not immutable. She likes certain things now, but, she hopes, she won’t like those things the rest of her life. Surely people’s tastes change and develop. She worries that the candidness of their conversation has given Derek the wrong impression of her. He probably thinks he knows her but she knows that she is more than her present being. She suddenly feels the present is no way to judge a person. She feels a desire to get to know Derek better. She decides to ask about his past.
He grew up in a very different city with just his mother while she has always lived in this one. Both his parents are now passed on while both hers are alive. He went to school for philosophy, she for accounting. He just ended a 4-year relationship last April while she, after dating someone for 8 years, has been single for over 2.
Derek felt much better now and was in fact quite comfortable, save for one thing. He had been telling her about his past actions as if they were still relevant. He knew that he was very different now. He knew that should he be faced with past circumstances now, in the present, he would act very differently this time around. It bothered him that she was building an image of him based on obsolete facts. They in no way reflected how he would act today. He decided to tell her he felt this way.
She was a bit surprised, but was also relieved. It gave her a chance to mention to him that like he found the past to be a misrepresentation of who he was, she felt the present was as well. They looked at each other, perplexed and intrigued, and they both agreed. They both knew one could never describe their identity with facts. They both knew their identities could not be captured like that.
It has been 3 years since they met, and neither one still knows the other. At first it started with dinner at the sushi restaurant. They had continued to talk, trying to figure out the other person. Each one’s intrigue grew the more they listened to the other, finding themselves edging closer and closer in curiosity until one day they realized they had ventured too far. There was no turning back; they were in love. The more Derek learnt about Sarah the more he realized there was more to her he had not yet seen. He found this mysterious and alluring. It was the same case with Sarah; every new layer to Derek she uncovered hinted at a further, deeper, still unseen layer. They could not understand it, they had never thought themselves to be so complex.
written by Ben Bousada
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