Wednesday, March 10, 2010

thalia's ping-pong apple tree

it didn't occur to me just how strange that was
until you pointed it out to me:
only you
would meet new people at a reunion
you said after i was trying to describe them to you
they were like the graces
or some other mythological group
whose thing was embodiment
and i needed a hotel for the night
and now i was alone
except
for my cat
i fed him straw
and he bit down hard on the lush green grass
right in front of the motel door
and that's when i realized
that i was only wearing a long t-shirt
so i tugged it down
and went inside to get a room
had a long conversation with the desk clerk
can't really remember it
something, maybe, about soviet cold war spy technology
in the room
the television skid open
for cooking purposes, i think
but just mine apparently
the desk clerk watched me closely
by remote cameras

the other night
i dreamed about all this furniture
none of which stick with me long enough to tell
except
the ping pong table
it was amazing
it folded down
into this antique wicker side-table-sized screen
which reminded me
folded and unfolded
of a table that i realise now, i kinda miss
and i don't know why that's significant
it seems random
but it's too weird not to mean something

and they have this psychological test
where they have you draw a tree
and i found this drawing i did as a child
when i saw it
i remembered
that i always drew my trees that way
when i was a kid
big fluffy green tops
filled with round red apples
with a black hole in the trunk
but the black hole
it was lined in silver
and see
the black hole is supposed to mean damage
but i drew the hole
because something lived in the tree

and i had a vision
and they've been a little thin on the ground lately
it was like i had x-ray vision
i saw the thing living inside the apple tree
but i'm not sure it has anything to do with me