Drink Beer Toothaches

Novell (September 2008)

September

They start embedding so small. So small that you do not notice it before it lands on the nose. Way up there let the tree's first leaf. A fantastic sense of loss. Having to let go of what you created, something that grew out of one. The singles soundlessly to the ground. The yellow color will burn out the brown blanket. One more second of silence before we get the birds throw their wings around themselves, and fly upwards.

And tempers are lost, I sit alone in the bedroom and do not want to talk. Because I know I will not have anything to say and that you will mistake what little I utter. I may put on thick clothes to keep warm. I embed my thoughts in soft cotton for that they should not corrode the head. They seep out and contaminate everything else. But you seem not to care about them, you pretend not to see them like everyone else.

And we mess of dust and dirty dishes as if their lives depended on it. Otherwise, should we hide under the bed, shaking with fear. But we brushes by us and standing up tall, we run into those thick walls head first. They think we have gone mad. Why the bloody gore when you can safely continue his career. Why not choose the already trodden way. Taste the wine, send remote control. You will get lost out there.

The faces I see around town, I have never seen before. At the shop, I meet no one I know. I deals with apples. I raise them, underlines the red skin, smell them. Their fragrance dig up memories I had forgotten. We sat among the bushes and the red apples shone among the branches. In the shadow disappeared behind the curtains and we ran so fast that I forgot to breathe. We pulled them down from the tree and hid them in our pockets. Ten seconds later, a door creaked behind us and an angry voice shouted our names. And legs bar like never before, over rocks and branches, over small streams and thousands of yellow leaves.

They sleep through all day. All of September, all winter. Only when the sun peeps out, they lift their head and get up. I see how they change before my eyes. Their transparent skin is colored, the black spots under the eyes disappear. And they run, sunbathing and swimming. They live life and happiness. They lift up the children in his arms. Soon they forget that there is something else. It goes as fast as the blink. In the morning the grass covered with frost and the sky is turning out only the bare branches.

Our hands are empty, we have no reason to go here. We do not know the path, not the trees around us or the glowing stones at our feet. Soon it will be dark and cold. They put out the lights and pull the covers over their heads. All while we continue to go further and further away. We are exactly where we want.