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the dinner party
the dinner party She had a list of words lingering in her mind, holding spaces open for ideas to form around them. They made her head pound, the empty spots. The places waiting to fill up, like relentless petty hitting cacophonous tin toys, wide eyed, staring, mouths agape, not domesticated, feral. Dreams would tease her, tumultuous images bleeding into incandescent colors, drenching her sheets as if with passion, waking her chagrined, lost, timidity causing her to pull the covers tight to her chin, to cover her nakedness. She, alone, “marrying the bed”. Days wandering wondering lost found, alone. The night of the dinner party, she had the table set by 3:00. As she showered, carefully lifting her pendulous breast, sponging underneath, it occurred to her that if no one came, tonight she would kill herself. The stillness of the thought calmed her. As people arrived, one handed her a bottle of absinthe. She hunted for the tiny glasses wrapped in velvet her had given her years ago. She placed them on the table for later. Words were flying, dancing, cavorting, playing games. She sat watching the chicanery, her hand lifting the cigarette to her lips, nodding, smiling. It seemed to take forever, this dinner, this evening. Subliminally, she knew the words were rubbing up against each other. Would they never leave? The spaces were filling up. Whatever had she been thinking when she’d made desert? You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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[image] You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Very interesting... And to your comment probably in my top ten.
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[image] But what an awful thing to consider killing yourself. Such misery! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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What was dessert??? You left me hanging. Weird someone brought her a bottle of absinthe-I did a daily blog abut it a few posts ago. Love your lyrical writing- pictures enter my pigeon holes (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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So many older people live alone and are curious about what the meaning of life really is. . Some people can handle that well, but many can't. This sounded like a last ditch effort to see if there *were* any reason, purpose or meaning. In hope this wasn't about a Mother and her children. . You know... the way they leave nowadays, scatter all over the country and are so busy with their new lives? That would be extra sad. Beautifully written, as always.
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That relationship has gotten kind of complicated lately. Vive La Difference
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Some people never know when to leave, perhaps it was the atarractive sight of a pendulous breast! I try and love myself but it's not always easy when there are so many other people and things to love!
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Beautifully Written WE Absinthe makes the Heart Grow Fonder Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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Yikes! . Did I have that wrong! When you said... that if no one came, tonight she would kill herself... I thought she desperately wanted them too. And that it seemed to take forever... because she was so happy. Re-reading it now, I have to laugh that I missed it... I'm very much hoping you are in a better place now. . I know that words are very important to you. . But with you, they WILL always come in time.
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The one with myself. Vive La Difference
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Loved your dinner party now what was for dessert? Hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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nice post. indecision all around... can't wait to get this party started... then, want it to end just as quickly... she sure has a lot on her mind... sometimes I tell my daughter to breathe in between sentences, because i feel like I'm running out of air... thanks for the post... The Zombies - "I Can't Make Up My Mind" I can't make up my mind Someone has to help me I never seem to know what to do I just can't decide for myself She has told me in so many words that she's still in love with me And she wants me back, She wants me back with her again She said, "Why don't you come back home to me? Why don't you come back, come back where you belong? I need you here Why don't you come back home to me? Why don't you come back, come back where you belong? I want you by my side." Someone show me which way to go I need guiding in my choice Of what to do Someone has to help me She said, "Why don't you come back home to me? Why don't… To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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