Look, either someone made him fall down or he fell down on his own. Pick.
Maybe said person tripped himself?
Death Valley. They said it would swallow you up like couch change. You just laughed untill you saw it. The desert, desserted. Hot tar, and hot ash mixed with each other. Fault lines seem bigger when you’re walking. It was nightfall and it was pretty dark. Now a lot of people would say that the Night engulfed the Valley, but you knew better. Well, you didn’t, but you were going to learn.
I couldn’t remember a lifetime, the lifetime, before. He and I have been driving for a while. The days have run into each other. 139 cigarettes, 16 truckstops, and a few states later we were still having the same looping conversation.
“If you were to live at the MASH game says, what would you be?” I never liked this question it ran too click-clack with labeling, catergorizing. Though I did always answer because I wasn’t ever the same one day to the next. “What are you going to be?”
His eyes held scrutiny.
One hand out the window I felt the airways lift and fall. Contemplative, I took a drag. Light took to the end and burned. Ashes flitted as we drove. The hot death landed on him and he didn’t even flinch. He took it as it came, much as he did with life.
(If this were a movie it would be pieces of Super 8 Film and the filmer would be sitting behind the driver, but sometimes behind the passendger, looking into their side rearview windows)
I missed a smile and a small remark, he told me later when I was half sleeping. “It was like hot snow, like touching the stars.” He said. Had he really said that outloud? Fucking poetry, every word. I heard it, it’s seared into my brain. I wonder if he’ll even remember.
We reach for the stars but few ever reach them.
I’m on vacation this week. Well, I was… this weekend is finishing it up. Last Saturday was my friend’s birthday, so we went gallivanting around town, went to the mall too many times to walk around. Hung out with her the few days after off and on. Wednesday I got to hang out with J. (finally, we hadn’t really talked in a weekish time). Now I’m at my cousins’ here on the computer. I’ve gotten my ass kicked enough times at Super Smash Bros. to last me a while :9 I think today I’m heading home, I’m kind of ready but then again I always seem to want to be where I’m not.
Everything’s going pretty well lately. I’m writing a lot, and while it’s not amounting to much of a story, there are some nice little vignettes that feel very accomplishing.