Vapid
The jaunt on the space
station was little more than a boring vacation.
There was no crew. There was just
us two with plenty of time to do whatever we wanted to pursue. This we did as
we hid under the lid of this symbolic pyramid.
It was like an ongoing date with a very seductive mate and so there was always
something cooking on my plate and so it was that I was full of what I ate.
This beautiful girl
seemed to be from another world that was transplanted and was never to be taken
for granted. What seemed to send her spirits
soaring was the fact that I looked to be so boring. What seemed to make her pulse so rapid was
the fact that I looked to be so vapid and what seemed to make her live was to
stir the pot to see what gives.
We fit like a perfect
pair of gloves when it came to making love and often she would choke me just to
provoke me. She seemed to like me after
she would strike me and then there was argument with the sole intent of making
some scurrilous imprint. She wanted a
spark to light up the dark and so often she would confuse me just to abuse me
just so she could see how I would be.
Controversy was how she set herself free.
After an incident with
a knife she established communications with the wife. This was something that I told her not to do
and of course this was a plan of action that she chose to pursue. When she got caught, ferociously we
fought. It was all hands on deck when I
grabbed her by the neck. She strained
and she kicked as on her face I licked.
I didn't give her a chance and so this was her last dance. There was gurgling in her heaving until she
finally stopped breathing.
I left her in that
chair with a surprisingly blank stare. It
was the first time I had really noticed the color of her hair and it was the
first time I could really inhale a breath of fresh air. What was interesting is that I wasn't
stricken with despair. I was adrift in
the abyss with no bad memories to miss.
She had sealed her own fate with a slovenly kiss and so my spirits were
soaring because things were no longer boring.
That's when the calm
was broken with alms from the intercom.
It was my wife whose words struck me like a knife. She had seen the obscene scene via the two-way
video screen. Her talk was not scrambled
and she did not ramble. She had lifted
up the hood and clearly understood what for I had gone to war and so too her
spirits began to soar. I told her to look
out into the night as if to explore.
What she saw to look like a meteor with a fiery tail was none other than
a falling space station and an end to what was little more than a boring
vacation.
Orrin K. Loftin,
Explorer
Copyright? When bright shines the night as bad deeds
fall from sight.
November 14th,
2015
