I'm at the acorn, a coffee shop, trying to write a poem but my mind is blank. I got here early enough to get one of the comfy chairs - yeah, I'm a self-indulgent monster - and I'm not getting up until my having to pee becomes a medical emergency.
What rhymes with blank.. Spank? THAT would take this poem in a WHOLE new direction - maybe it needs a new direction. Why does coffee that comes with latte-art, which costs 20 times more than what you can have in your dorm room, taste so much better?
A 'Hi, ' reveals a man standing in front of me, looking down and smiling - I assume he's smiling because we're all masked. I look up, blinking, and give him a questioning look and a head tilt - because we are masked. People at tables and chairs near us look up from their zoo of electronic devices to give us the onceover. There's a keenness to him that makes me want him to go away and I begin to feel a nagging trepidation.
'Apparently I didn't make much of an impression, ' he says. He's right and frankly, I'm thinking we should keep it that way. 'We met at the Pundits party a couple of weeks ago? ' He says, the inflection of his whole sentence rising, like a question.
To her friends, Lisa being gorgeous is everyday and unremarkable, but take her out somewhere and she draws all eyes, like you drove up in a growling, fluorescent red Ferrari. She's invited everywhere (she calls them 'shiny ornament' invites) and one afternoon, as we're coming back to the dorm a girl comes up to us - to her - hands her a ½ slip of paper and strikes up a conversation.
She introduces herself and runs through the usual, 'What year are you in, where ya from.. bla bla. Then she asks, 'Would you ever consider attending a naked party - have you heard of them? ' To my surprise, Lisa smiles, brushes the hair out of her face and says, 'I'd think about it, ' which makes me laugh nervously, 'You would? ' I interrupt. The girl says that the paper is an open invitation from 'The Pundits', and that there's a URL on it with details. 'Just bring the slip, ' she says, touching the paper in Lisa's hand.
Guess where I 'met' this guy? In an instant, I'm tense. and if I were a fox, I'd gnaw-off my paw to get out of there.
*A word about naked parties. They're harmless fun. Think of a museum where you're the art - look but don't touch. Everyone's aware that things are different, everyone's uncomfortable to some degree and everyone knows that everyone knows that everyone's uncomfortable. There's a mutual, consensual looking - but it's equal - you're all in the same boat. It's a curious Eden but very strict - it's NOT a sex thing.
*Recommended song: Go Left by Radiant Children
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Interesting and intriguing!