he agreed to move in with his
brother
they had talked about it as
teenagersthey werent teenagers any more
his brother said he found a
perfect place a two bedroom apartment loft balcony a great room
either as his brother explained
it he didnt say it right or he didnt hear correctly
the difference might have been that his brother was a visual artist he was a writer his brother may not have understood the heft
of his words as he described the place they painted it rather than etching them
in blackanwhite typewriter bullet
reportskeys cracking the confined paper
the apartment utilities were within his budget
he
said Yah sightunseen happy seeing what he saw
when they went to move in neither were pleased
It’s not what I remember. his brother
said
Looks nothing like you
explained he said
walking through it talking about
it they found their dreamy configurations were similar although more akin to seeing askewthrough
beveled glass or reflections refracted by a carnival Funhouse mirror grit overlaid siftingshadows fucking palimpsest mergers
I see what you’re saying. his
brother said
I can see what you were saying he said
Give it a go?
I can give it a go Got my shit in the truck Nowhere else to go
My shit too.
Then were in
Yes, we are in.
they helped move each other in
got one truck then the other back
to the rental centers and took a bus with transfers back near the apartment walkedjabbered the remaining short mile
lights were on
someone was home
he could smell food
My girlfriend asked
if she could make us a homecooked meal for our first night home; I didn’t think
you’d say no. She’s a good cook.
Maw-good cook
On par, though different than Maw’s.
Whas her name
Renne, not Renee, two ns not two es.
Renne
Perfect. Keep that up and she’ll
have you speaking French before you know it.
Yare not
Hell no, words here and there, although
I could listen to her speak for hours; it’s like music. We’ve only just begun seeing
each other exclusively.
You Exclusive
Ah . . slowly . . . but I think surely
. eventually.
Renne knows eventually
She knows, I’ve told her.
So I could tell her wouldnt ruffle her feathers
You could tell her, but after dinner, huh?
he
almost told her before dinner
his brother had told Renne that his family was
physicalhugging kissing she slipped
his extended handwent up into his arms her body was warm from cooking she smelled wonderful felt good almost as tall as he she was taller than his brother
she served dinner on the
diningroom table that had been their mothers clean Scandinavian design his brothers
now served it under candlelight the three of them at one end his brother at
the head
the candlelight nearly penetrated the sheer plum blouse she worethe
embroidery down her breasts offered some modesty
but after dinner having moved to the livingroom sipping fruit
aperitif backed by music he opened a window to better hear and smell the rain
outside a cool breeze entered erected her nipples modesty closed shopwent out
the window
he offered her a cardigan he couldnt imagine his brother was
oblivious maybe showing her
off
she declinedhe was happy she said the fresh air felt
goodhe felt good she looked good
they sat on the couch she leaned overput her hand on top of his she squeezed his hand I think you and I are going to be very good friends.
it was strange
he agreed to move in with his
brother
he may have gotten
more than he bargained for
0321, Twosday,
5 10. 21
0950, Sunday,
10 10. 21