strange places or being a stranger?
ha..
they were staying in an abandoned villa overlooking the ice cold ocean. there were other small villas in the area but this was the only one with electricity, hot water and a working jacuzzi bathtub. the place was overflowing, with dark, cheap mediterranean furniture spotted in places with a strange florescent mold (?). Nina had discovered what seemed like, hundreds of bottles of wine, underneath the ornate bar. each small, round bottle they pulled out, had the same handwritten label:
Robertson Winery
natural sweet red
South Africa
Nina was already opening a bottle, using her small, personal, vine engraved corkscrew.
i hope the corks aren't all crumbly, who knows how old these bottles are..
pop!
Nina laughs, grabs a small plastic cup and says
this one is fine. i'm taking it with me into the bath. why don't you check out the kitchenette. so-so said that he left some decent freeze-dried meals in the pantry. or.. you should see if you can get that old vhs player to work, he left his 1960's classic tv shows, collection. her voice trailing away as she turns the corner to walk down the hall towards the bathroom.
he decides to go out on the terrace to get some fresh air before tackling the ancient vhs situation. the place had a weird odor. not really unpleasant but the fact that it was, unidentifiable, bothered him. Nina said it was just the regular, musty-dusty closed-up-house smell, and suggested opening all the windows but the windows were screen less, and he wasn't sure what kind of insects were out there, so they agreed to leave the windows closed for the time being, especially at night. the view from the terrace was spectacular, 2 moons, each one surrounded by a bright violet glow, which was never visible from the city. the seagulls looked like regular seagulls only much larger and they seemed to move much slower, than he remembered from his childhood. he wished he had asked so-so for a map of the island, but it was too late now. he suddenly felt uneasy and went back inside, locking the glass door behind him.
he finds Nina still in the bathtub, her hair pinned up, jet flows turned way down, and a washcloth over both eyes. bubbles in circles bumping up against her skin like white bursting flames.
are your eyes hurting again?
emmm.. especially the left one. feels like it is turning into a migraine.
relax, i'll go look for some pills, knowing so-so the way i do, i know he left something good behind
Nina sighs to herself. she was sick of all the poison. sick of the running & hiding..
~~
back in the kitchenette, he finds a blank envelope, and starts to write:
my heart is only a muscle
drained and flattened or
fluted and electric
depending on the umbilicus of your climate,
the smashing of your void.
your heart is a forest, where
if i'm not careful
mine may disappear
~~~~
as they slept
the ocean grew colder &
thousands of stars
moved closer together
Nina dreamed dreams she would never remember
they flowed into each other
becoming one
mouth
moose-mink monogram
monogrammed
Marcy Playground
# #
i really like that line:
eating a face
who wrote that?
i don't recall
recall?
lol, i always use, 'remember' .. so ..
ah.. so .. so, you liked that song?
not really. just the songs it reminded me of
alright.. open another bottle.
i can't i am having the strangest dream.
i'll do it
k
where did you leave your insane goblet?
i don't remember
Nina.. did you go out on the terrace, while i was in the shower?
no.
heh.. you know... i came here with you so that you are safe.. please don't lie.
there weren't any insects! i wasn't bit! i just wanted to see the sea turtles. so-so said they use this beach! they have developed a special protection!
i just wanted to see!!
alright. it's ok. calm down.
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