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October Whimsy

by Rachel Jendrzejewski

I liked holding your arm that night I kept losing my shoes, the night of sleepy chilly late-night cherry vodka stumblehome. I liked the security of surreal new generous you, my oddly reassuring lullhum in an unfamiliar sea. Some silly side of me wanted to kiss you, and I wondered, Did that corner of lace make your Catholic bones quake? I know you're not my soul mate and I'm not yours (you'll never love Brecht and I'll never love motor sports), and one day the waves will part, taking you to some graceful mermaid and me to my faraway questionmark sailor. But right now, you call Good morning? to my room with your rolling accent, your shy polite hesitation in the hallway, then turn on Polish radio and start scrambling eggs; so I emerge in my glasses and fix coffee on the stove like you taught me, and we bump and blush and ignore. And as we sit down to breakfast and you talk and talk and talk... I listen and smile to myself and think, Dear stranger-turned-friend, I liked holding your arm.

6S

Rachel Jendrzejewski is a writer of plays, poems, grants and valentines. She currently lives in Poland and is a founding family-member of The Traveling Neighborhood.

11 comments:

Joe said...

Sweet and evocative of the start of something. You have a way with words. Look forward to more of your sixes.

mgirl said...

I really enjoyed reading your six, you do have a way with words. Very nice.

kenny said...

Terrific!

Quin Browne said...

you can feel the trembling of your tummy that happens in those moments..

Anonymous said...

Really? I thought this was trite and self-indulgent...

Madam Z said...

I think this is sweet and lovely. Life is short. Enjoy it while you can.

rachel jendrzejewski said...

thanks all,

alas, to be less trite and self-indulgent, yet honest in the moment, o my soul, to be transformed... smallsteps, faraway lands.

three cheers for nonlinear time!

David said...

I so enjoyed reading this. Your tumbledown of words and feelings washed me along. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

This was a lovely discovery of those first stirrings.
I enjoyed your 6S - thanks for the read.
Caroline Wells
caccy46

Anonymous said...

Beautiful.

weinberg_dara said...

Hi Rachel! I think the quality of indulgence comes from the speaker indulging (her)self in these emotions. It's essential to the story, which is about - no other way to say it - indulging a feeling. I like it, and I think that exactly what Anonymous doesn't like is what makes this what it is.

A story about ignoring what you know to be true.

Again, I like it, and I especially like "stranger-turned-friend."