6-22-01
- 2 02 am i walked to the car, looked up. the honeysuckle bush was in front of me. i flashed back, in my mind, to the night on the hammock. to later to the night the girl stopped in boston because she smelled honeysuckle and thought of me. i walked to the honeysuckle. thought of a girl named val and how i wish she smelled this. plucked a sprig. held it to my nose, inhaled. walked back to the car. sat for a moment, breathing in the honeysuckle. letting it fill my lungs. letting my lungs transport it into my bloodstream. letting my blood move it through my heart. i stuck the sprig on the dashboard and drove to work. at work i pulled into the parking spot. looked at it for a moment. stuck it into my shirt pocket. kept it there all night. during a slow period i leaned against a counter, reading the newspaper. inhaling, through my pocket, through a vest, i caught the scent of honeysuckle. throughout the night honeysuckle would surprise me. turning my head just quickly enough, moving this way. work ended and i left. sat in my car, pulled the honeysuckle out. slightly flat. petals having fallen a little. aroma as strong as ever. if she came up to me, smelling lightly of honeysuckle behind her ears, my insides would no longer exist. all i would know, inside, is blue warmth. |