Alternate Reality
I called aloud for cloudless, open skies,
for dainties rare and morsels of the best;
for youthful wines with flavor effervesced,
and flowered fields awash with butterflies.
I wished to run in happy exercise,
we'd be together, tangled in our rest,
beneath the vault of endless heaven blest,
for this and more I'd often fantasize.
I yearned for fevered kisses in the sun,
but heard derisive laughter with the rain;
the vintage wine to vinegar did r
Caleb will die, and Ethan, too, it seems. Orpheus makes that appear to be the case, anyhow. Death is patient, says Orpheus, but is also perfectly content to see things hustled along. This is so sad...
Oh, I like your detailed images. And I hope you have enjoyed these experiments and trials in taste and flavor. Now how do I set about cleaning up all these little bowls?
You make an excellent point. I now imagine someone cheerfully experimenting with new combinations and textures, and learning from every new notion. Thank you for your thoughts.
I have read this so very long after it was posted that I doubt you will ever read this comment. Nevertheless, on the off chance you might do so, please know that I enjoyed this story very much. I found it sweet, lively and engaging - Michael is too clever for his own good, and Adam both strong and forgiving. Thank you for sharing it.
What taste
greets your soft kiss?
Is my neck salt-fevered,
my shoulders tangy or my spine
bitter?
Search out
my savory anatomy,
sample peak and valley,
each flavor for
your feast.
You make me feel the day, sense the sand and too-calm sea; the unplanned aimless milling about, and the sight of taut wetsuited men lingers in my brain. You have brought all of this to life.
You have painted this really dark, with heavy brushstrokes. Maybe there will be light for Joey someday, but with his luck, it will be an oncoming train. I feel so badly for him, but I know there are so many real Joeys out there, too.
Awesome chapter. Scott decided to commit to his team (loved that bit), and change history. And you remembered rotary phones! So much to remember, and you handled the difficulty of dual memory really well. How Scott will live going forward will be a mystery, but it's no mystery that you've written a fun story here.
Oh, what a fantastic twist. You really know how to take us on daredevil turns and unforeseen changes of course. That is an incredible turn of events, and I shall need time to digest it...
This story just keeps getting better and better. You acknowledge the hard choices many had to face - safety in the closet, or freedom in the cold light of the wide world? The new Scott is thrust into to latter; his earlier self chose the former. How interesting to watch him exchange one set of hurts and pleasures for another. But at least this time, he is not hiding from himself.
tim, you wrote a sublime poem. Not only do you describe a dark and slippery kind of hurt so well I can feel it, you also approach part of an antidote with such gentle ease. This is quite marvelous.
Thank you for your comment. You have a good point. Stefan went to school, perhaps on autopilot, certainly with a half formed hope of seeing a nurse or someone like that. Stefan's story strains credulity until one reads the sad articles in small town newspapers about kids who fell through the cracks. It is good that such stories are rare; horrible that they happen at all. Again, thank you for reading.