“Parallel Us” Are doing Fine.
At Least.
"بعين الطّائر (غراميّات)"
They are together, in some para-world.
They withset life and life withsets them.
At times they’re intimate. And at times, very alien to each other.
They have a kitchen of their own. They renovate the kitchen.
They don't like it afterwards.
At least, they get to beshare a beer in a kitchen they don't like.
They talk the things out. And at times, they fail in silence like two old bags of shit.
At least, two old bags of shit get to fuck.
They hold each others' sadness through the darkness of the night. And secure each others' wounds.
Still, at days, they bleed apart.
Probably not the fanciest para-narrative where they burry a body together, or burn an ambassador’s villa. But, their life is fancy as they know it.
Perhaps, they traveled to Japan. Perhaps, a lodge in local woods is all they afforded.
I imagine all the things they have and we don’t:
An unpaid vehicle.
A party they don’t like.
An after-party fight.
An after-fight joint.
An after-joint bang in the unpaid vehicle.
An after-bang bang in the renovated kitchen.
A male cat as bang witness.
Together, they bear the things.
They entwine hands before the lies from the television set.
She hands him a sweet fig and he hands her a cold glass of water.
At least, parallel us are doing fine.
