‘‘ i knew it wasn’t a vision i saw you in. ’’ corny but genuine when it’s deduced & confessed through an arch grin after a hearty huff of smoke, toying with a coin tossed & flipped between them that he couldn’t stop grinning at the sight of. head shakes in awe of her but at his own realized admission as well. small encounters not alike their first chequered mido’s seventh month in irving, though practically inevitable for what comes next; deliciously tormenting in all the sightings preceding it. ones barely confronted before it’s too late and she’s gone: a looming shadow on a shiny hearse that isn’t his for once, a set of brilliant eyes locking him in a searing stare through a mirage of the licking flames of a bonfire hosted by his neighbors; one for the ages if true, nothing could pass between them, six burnished coins spinning at a speed too recent for logic on pavement near a wilting host of red carnation, barely held together by tattered lace, flash of flaxen tresses bounding by; knocking him back a few steps in his long, unperturbed strides & the futile double takes done in these run-ins. the prettiest of omens / “ blink and you’ll miss her. ” –—— recounted mido many mornings ago; to distracted company, schmuckified early bird dozy with sweet somethings of the subconscious & sprawled over the glossed slab of marble of a shared kitchen countertop and he did miss her –—— in a strange way fathomed less & less the farther that grandiose encounter went away from easily accessed memory. longed for the feelings of utter release chased in the dark of night with antonia kavinsky’s brief banditship welcoming him through town in a CHARADE of her choosing; all merged and morphed now into lucid dreams, into delirium in broad daylight; subliminally taunting & yearnful in his recollections, which makes this reunion ceremonious in every way it shouldn’t be / someone had to pass on recently for them to find one another earlier that evening; an old man who spent the better years of his life impersonating joe pesci took mido shopping for his own forever sack ( the caskets available felt too tacky, he said. mido agreed, with an impersonal preference to the coffins seen. cremation was an option mulled over until the idea of assembling a proper casket came about; a quest turned group project at the beach house with others involved. pleasant times were had. ) he’d assumed she’d taunt him through yet another fucked up daydream he’d dedicate a page for in carried dream journal about and consider seeing someone about. maybe with a taunting wink across an active service. a wink he’d inappropriately laugh at himself for; [redacted] on main but he didn’t need to. not today as they revisited their antics of months past in a different context: broad daylight, loosened funeralwear and all. she’s here and he’s more aware of her features than he supposed he ever was in his dreams; her wakeful presence much more pronounced in ways he’s yet to recognize. “ no, no… couldn’t be… —— - - a thing of fever dreams, and frenzy. that’s what you are. an eternal dream sequence gone positively haywire. this close - - —— ” rests his elbow on the surface & nearly closes thumb and index finger in the air; inches closer and peers into her eyes through the pinched crescent shaped by his hand. “ —— - - this close to lynchian territory; all guised under a welcome committee that i would wake up from with no news or sight of you for months to come, leaving me lonely for the shivers and wolves to descend and consume me. ” inadvertently rewords a twilight (2008) quote in his declaration but keeps it pushing, juxtaposes the little update he’d told her about his crowded living space but he had been lonely, at times. scoffs before he takes a drag from his cigarette and lets it linger before he releases a cloud of smoke through a sigh. “ but i thank you for that. no, really, it was good for my health. helped break me in as the irvingite i’ve become today. i’m no longer your best kept secret in someone’s extra, extra chlorinated pool. ” cringes at the memory though through a laugh. “ sorry, kavinsky but i’m deathly afraid you’ll have to share me with the rest of this town now. ”
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