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From Kirill Medvedev’s cycle “Love, Freedom, Honesty, Solidarity, Democracy, Totalitarianism” in It’s No Good. (via)
It seems to me that you have dated all nationalities. I think it's real interesting from an anthropological pov. I don't know if I can do that.
But of course, I have dated all nationalities. Please study me and my entire life. No one can do what I do.
Do you date many guys at the same time?
My answer depends on your definitions of date, many, guys, and time. But I’m going with: uhm, no.
“I liked you before I met you,” you said with a joint between us, slow deception between your lips. My ass of a roommate had showed you my books, my Sharpied windows, my one suitcase, and you liked me before you met me. “I’ve never met anyone like you” is a line I hear all the time, not because it’s true, but because no one really meets anyone. But I believed it from out-of-breath you. Whenever you recount truths, you talk like you’re running after your lungs. You almost choked when you told me you loved me, with a joint between us. “She’s not you, she’s not you.” There was always a joint between us, and other women between my nails. I laughed, with all the gasps you gave me. People had told you too many things about me, showed you too many things about me, and you loved too many empty things about me: my countries, my iTunes, my aquarium films. You didn’t love me, or like me before you met me, or exhale past the smoke and mirrors between us. You liked joints before you met joints, but you don’t know how to inhale.
(This American boy is currently in one of those ivies, and he is engaged.)
i thought maybe if i just wandered about a bit, i might bump into her again.
from Catherine Barnett, “Fields of No One to Ask”