Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Like Nothing Has Happened


















Reconciliation

I have said I am sorry to you and to God,
for not loving enough or too much, and by
my third martini, I am asking Jesus to crucify
himself again for my sins as if He didn’t get
enough of that the first time, and I remember
a crucifix I once saw over a bed, the body
of Jesus was the cross, and how I focused
on His suffering instead of my own while
in the act of love or regret, what passes for
a connection, and then I excuse myself
and next to the restroom, there is a shelf full
of unopened gin bottles with the afternoon
light streaming through them, so beautiful,
and I stagger inside the ladies and throw up
all over the floor because I can’t find the toilet.
Deep obliteration has loveliness no one an take
away from you, I think, as I wash the vomit out
of my hair, telling myself that I can fix myself
up so that it looks like nothing has happened.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Some American writers who have known each other for years have never met in the daytime or when both were sober." James Thurber

Cocktail Hour
Drinking movie suggestion: The Company Of Men

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Tuesday!

6 comments:

the walking man said...

If people would take the Christ off that God damned cross, he'd have led you to the porcelain throne and held your hair back for you, but he's still nailed to a fucking tree or a wall in the hearts of most of you Christians. "Shrug" keep him where you will, He knows where He's at and that is sufficient.

That aside though, sometimes...you...can fix...yourself up so the vomit and smell doesn't appear and other times it does take the intercession of another. But at the moment it will never appear as if nothing has happened, not the torture, the vomit or the attempt to clean yourself up.

Peace

mark

Brian in Mpls said...

You are on a roll:)

Charles Gramlich said...

Sometimes a good vomit is just the ticket to feeling better.

Anonymous said...

Hey, Michelle the creamy one, so nice of you to reappear, if you know what I mean.--Rodney Dangerfield

Anonymous said...

A talent I would most like to have is the ability to cloud men's minds. This was possessed by Lamont Cranston(The Shadow) and various East European stage directors.--David Mamet

Anonymous said...

Pretty girl. YOu are.