In Vino Veritas
I’m at a wedding in The North. I am missing a big party in London and I’m sorry about it. People I was looking forward to meeting are going to be there. I get a little drunk and call my friend to say hello and to be passed around from ear to ear.
She doesn’t answer.
I call you instead because you’re there too. You answer straight away. You’re at the bar and I laugh because where else would you be? It’s noisy where you are. I lean my head on the cubicle wall and say ‘I miss you…’
‘What?’ you say, ‘what? I can’t hear you.’
I raise my voice and say –
‘I miss you guys! I said, I miss you guys! Say hello to everyone!’
I hang up and stare at myself in the mirror. I take a few deep breaths and tell myself it’s nothing, I’m drunk, it’s silly. You didn’t hear me anyway. It isn’t true.
It can’t be true.
6.12.05 14:02
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(6.12.05 14:28) Wow..just reading that makes me feel uneasy. Very well done! x |
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(6.12.05 14:35) I like this technique of writing to one person. For some reason it makes everything a little creepier as if we've stumbled on it accidently - allows us a little voyeurism. |
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(6.12.05 17:19) Oooooh. You've done that you know. I was there. |
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(7.12.05 12:07) I know Sez. I was there too. JW gave me idea for all this, in a very roundabout way, by quoting Eavan Boland: I am writing this/not to recall our lives/but to imagine them. |