another gentle choke excerpt d****t!

I ran into Tanya at a Dayglo Abortions gig at the Polish community center in Niagara Falls when I was about twenty-seven…I hadn’t seen her since I moved to Vancouver, but I thought of her often. And then there she was…it all came flooding back…the specter faded to the beautiful and terrifying reality…we embraced…I was nonchalant and cool…her high-pitched grating voice was honey in my ears…then some guy sidles up with hand out and asks to be introduced…Tanya introduces him as her husband…Sam or something as easily forgettable…Sam has heard of me, Tanya apparently has spoken much about me…I see the jealousy in his eyes and it makes me feel grandiose…He is saying something, the usual things people say to try and void the awkwardness, but I can only seem to grasp a sentence here and there…it’s a combination of beer and not really giving a f**k. I’m not mean, I just don’t see the point in pretending, playing a tiring social game so that someone with delicate feelings doesn’t get hurt. I find that falseness aggravating and boring.

            Tanya told me a few days later on the phone that her husband took my nonchalance as being rude. I thought it would have been ruder to say just anything to keep the noise going, two hyenas chewing each other’s ears off. I could sense Tanya taking my side, which was a bit odd and in the same sense altogether natural considering our past. We had developed a fibrous connection, attached by thin diaphanous threads, flexible, releasing and coming together like a lapping tide. We bobbed and weaved through each other’s lives like ghostly side players, the randomness of it all depending solely on chance, away from anything premeditated. There was always the feeling that we were ideal for each other but never a second guess when the time came for the returning dissipation. So talking to her on the phone at this time felt like breathing, an inhale from both sides drawing us to a comfortable center, a womby stasis and contemplative bliss.

           

 

   

 

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Damn how you do this,always look at you in wonder and ask how did you write this way..what gave way to such words in your mind.The last stanza..the last few lines of it,We had developed a fibrous connection, attached by thin diaphanous threads, flexible, releasing and coming together like a lapping tide. We bobbed and weaved through each other’s lives like ghostly side players, the randomness of it all depending solely on chance, away from anything premeditated. There was always the feeling that we were ideal for each other but never a second guess when the time came for the returning dissipation. So talking to her on the phone at this time felt like breathing, an inhale from both sides drawing us to a comfortable center, a womby stasis and contemplative bliss.
Mmmm to say fibrous connection, attached by thin diaphanous threads, flexible, releasing and coming together like a lapping tide...ain't it absolutely delicious that phrase.It is amazing how you pulled out so much out of a single phone conversation..you did not go on and on about your past relationship and how it used to be,you simply condensed it into that one moment talking to her on phone.

[Delightful Writer]

Very touching...is this something you experienced yourself or fiction?:)

[Jonah Hawthorne]

It seems that you are hinting at the heart of the matter and then carefully stepping around it.

Oh, and the Dayglo Abortions are awesome.