I remember thinking, once upon a time, that you walked like a university professor. Like you had knowledge in your knees.
And now, you drive me crazy every time we play Trivial Pursuit.
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Just the regular carnival fun-fair in my brain
The kind of carnival with bumper cars and a Ferris wheel and a rickety roller coaster and an unofficial freak show behind the concession tents. There is a brown bear on a tricycle wearing a party hat. He’s not a very happy bear, but the tricycle is better than the one he had in Russia. He dreams of eating candy floss with a gooey child centre and doesn’t remember how to forage for berries.
There is also a whack-a-mole game. But just one.
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The significance of this requires an inukshuk
Renewals & roadsigns
This is a place where life is renewed. Not a new me, but a new page. Not a new book. I want to bind this into the crumbled, ink-blotted pages that I’ve already written. Ultimately the volume of me with crooked typeset and irregular fonts. Unedited inconsistency is all we ever get to live. And this is what I want — swooping, glorious potential for humiliation. Because I have to. This is my excited honesty and all my possibility on display.
I like that round numbers give us pause. A moment to stop and take stock. Because sometimes we must. And however arbitrary thirty is, and however you feel at that stage of life, whatever it means, it’s a good time to evalutate. I like who I have been, who I will continue to be, and I’m interested, as always, in what’s next.
Stranger humour
I will steal this second to whisper non-secrets as I stand behind you in the grocery line. That life is waiting to pounce on the other side of the automatic doors. It’s curled up in your shopping cart, pretending to be asleep. You won’t believe me. Because you know already and dismiss the adventure of the next second. The cliche of inhalation and exhalation. The banal blinking of eyes and the hackneyed quavering of a tongue at rest. Your disbelief surfs on the chuckle at the bottom of my heart. And you don’t believe me.