It’s Just Lunch – Completion

Twenty-fourth in a series [gs *] Another pre-dawn insight – knowledge that comes from the threshold between sleep and waking. This one is not a memory. I’ve been struggling with this lunch series. Loathing it all in certain ways, profoundly fascinated by it in others – like some sick mad scientist who believes he’s uncovered…

Survival

All I know of him is his baleful round face, his skin on mine, the power in his bulky brown body and his repeated efforts to drown me. Tina has dragged me to this wading pool every day since Mom left me with the Valentines – a Projects family recently relocated to North Minneapolis. Why…

It’s Just Lunch – Mea Culpa

Twenty-third in a series [gs *] The last sentance of lunch-guy’s that I havn’t yet shared with you, which comes back to haunt me, was spoken after the end of the hand holding exercise, just after I’d rested my hand on his heart, as we stood there, preparing to leave. That moment when I finally…

It’s Just Lunch – Touching His Heart

Twenty-first in a series [gs *] I’m normally a late sleeper – but writing this lunch thing has possessed me. I sometimes wake at 4:30 or 5:00 am, my mind whirring away, narrating incessantly. One pre-dawn morning I wake with a crystal clear visceral memory of a moment at the end of our hand-holding episode.…

It’s Just Lunch – Another Apology

Twentieth in a series [gs *] Let’s recap the outline of where we’re at. So far, we’ve had: lunch & hand-holding; his christ-in-christine/boner email; my polite-but-firm go-away email; his boy-noise self-justifying email, my drop-dead, you-small-humping-dog email, his ‘ouch-I’ll-process email, and finally his flat apology. That last item blew off the lid of the Chthonios and…