Moon

After the Washington experience, I tried to write a story. I couldn’t, this is what came out instead.

Moon 

He was a girl

Running, twirling, folding, diving, leaping, creeping, flailing, crashing, rolling

Holding

He was a girl

And

She was a boy

———————————————-

The road wasn’t flat

Crying from the top of the stairs – ‘I forgot to go!’

But it was long

The same width all the way, not seeming the same, feeling different all the time, because of the hidden houses, because of the car parks and the outside industrial looking square shapes, because of the traffic lights with arm-like roads veering off left and right

Gripping her trousers – ‘My private parts!’

Holding

Into her toes

———————————————-

Up ahead, the shape of someone… crossing, in the middle of the road, no… not crossing, waving… sort of waving…the afterglow of a wave, very softly

Alone

He was wearing, She was wearing a long coat, brown coloured, short hair, dark glasses, carrying something… a bag? Still. As though looking. Nowhere…

Cars stopped, hazards flashing, slowed right down, red lights beating in and out of focus, in the distance

Legs bare. Hands protecting

‘Don’t look!’

From the top of the stairs

———————————————-

Sometimes

When
A
Person
In
An
Unexpected
Place
Still
Not moving
Is
Sort of
There
And
Not
And
People
Watching
In
Public
Maybe
Are
Staring
Hard
But not
Saying
Anything
Or
Saying
Lots
It makes
Me
Feel

Uncomfortable

———————————————-

She moves to the edge, one hand on the lamppost.

Cars move

Steadying. Surefooted.

Leaning into

Rocks

Pavement

Darkness

Leaning into

Moon

———————————————-

Holding

Under the road, deep ground is squashed. Concrete smothered soil crushed. Poured over brown earth and moisture particles. Gripping

Smoothed and rough

No name

———————————————–

‘I had an accident!’

———————————————–

In a circle
In a room
In a street named after a tree
In a place where people talk to each other
In a far away country
Nobody spoke

———————————————-

Warpretting
Screlching
Bawlking

Tulprerning
Tannowerring
Graiengling

Chuurpookling
Plaeentsing
Yavoyazing

———————————————–

He was a girl
And
She was a boy

Rise and fall
Uneven

Giddy

Not balancing

Awkward And Alive

———————————————-

Say something

 

 

 

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