Thursday, July 28, 2011

DEAR FRANK

You are always wearing the same clothes. When I see you out the window you are wearing the same clothes. I am standing at the window not wearing any clothes. I am smoking a cigarette and trying to change your clothes. I am trying to obscure the sight of you by blowing smoke around your body.

I whisper to myself, "The smoke is coming Frank. I am not the smoke. The smoke is something else. But it is coming to change your clothes, Frank. You will wear new clothes."

Frank, you are the veteran of some war that never happened in a foreign country. It was war between you and your former wife when you found her in the bedroom and never went back. You were looking for a new shirt to put on maybe. Maybe there were sweatpants for you in the drawer. Maybe you were looking for some money and then you were going to ride the bus out to the mall and buy new shorts. But you've never gone back Frank, and I say Yes to that. You just keep smoking more cigarettes in front of your house. And I say okay good, don't look back, just look forward. Good. But when you look forward all you see is me standing at the window smoking a cigarette without any clothes on.

So Frank I swear to God, if you try to obscure my body with your smoke, if you try to change my clothes, I will put down this cigarette and walk down the stairs of my apartment. I will cross the street and stand up close to your face and I will point at your face and say "The smoke is coming for you, Frank. I am not the smoke. The smoke is something else. But the smoke is coming for you."

1 Comments:

Blogger Michael Thurber said...

this is fucking good

October 24, 2011 at 8:21 PM  

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