gray tree and gray sky hang motionless

by yixuejiaren On the way south to Mexico, Saffron feels the tug of the wind in her tiffany bangles sale hair, the same wind that pushed and pulled her and me and aU of us north or west or east with seductive promises of purpose and happiness. Her nose is still numb from the cocaine, her spirit is flattened, and her heart and stomach are empty. She drives through Albuquerque without stopping. Do you blame her? Maybe we parted with So long instead of Goodbye; but I know better and so does she.

I start smoking an hour after she drives away and the sudden crush of toxins break down my immune system and I pick up a deUghtful Utde bug that lasts until the end of November. Again, November. Mornings are dry and nights are cold, and dust is my first breath every morning in a dusty house. Cigarette smoke is the second breath. tiffany bracelets sale I sit and smoke. Sycamore and ash shadows fiU an otherwise blank kitchen window. SoUtude is a mask that I wear without thinking, as normal and steady as this persistent cough. Cars rush by on Coal Avenue and fill each new day with smokescreens of exhaustion. The Ught becomes brighter and grayer and the bare branches of the single tree in the yard are a Rorschach blot. I stare at the blot but nothing appears to guide me; gray tree and gray sky hang motionless. These days are the seeds of the rest of my Ufe.

Soon enough everything fits together again, but temporarily, like when they set your broken bone just so they can break it again the correct way. Aaron and Melody invite me to home-cooked dinners. Melody gets pleasandy drunk and plays her guitar and belts out Emmylou Harris songs. She's fronting for her husband's bar band. One of the songs they cover is "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun," a current hit pop tune. It's a happy and sustainable marriage. I telephone Dartmouth Street and Summer says, No I don't think so and please don't call here again.I wander the city during free days, from the tiffany Pendants sale west edge of the river to the parking lots where hiking trails lead up into the Sandia Mountains. AU I can remember is the names of the streets and if Aaron or Melody or even Daniel asks where anything is I puU up short and say, I have to look at a map. Specific cement bus stop benches are embedded in my memory; but their location, the intersection of two real streets, is an interminable mystery.

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