Still Nonetheless Troubling
It occurs to you sometimes that perhaps you will never see him again. And what to even think about that.
If your life isn’t a romantic comedy, then what is it?
It is terrifying, anyway, to think that it might just be comedy.
Though you knew the memories would fade, it is still nonetheless troubling that you can no longer recall whether the two of you walked or took a bus to go where on what day, or whether you even went at all.
Like waking to an empty house, is everything just one day gone?
At times he would mention that one point or another he had thought of calling you, but had not done so. You never understood why it seemed important, at that later date, to tell you about something that he had not actually done.
What are you supposed to do, anyway, when your one is not the one?
The trees along the streets are flowering now, but the lights are still in them.
He never said a word about those things he did not like, until the end, when they all came out all at once, like some little recital.
It took you twenty-five years just to learn to snap your fingers.
Sometimes even the way you cross your legs seems wrong.
And yet, if you were still with him, when would you ever have found the time to glue the tails back onto these miniature ceramic skunks?
The package of super glue informs you that “excessive adhesive prevents bonding.”
Delphine Bedient is a writer and maker currently based in Portland, Oregon. Her work has appeared in Blunderbuss Magazine and the Electronic Encyclopedia of Experimental Literature, and a collection of her short fiction, entitled "Down and Out on a Yacht," was recently published by Two Plum Press.