Thursday, January 27, 2011

51, I wish I was a better writer

The friend who this was written for is a much much better writer than I am.


 

As Nikki

Says Nikki:

This is most likely about an older man, but not in the way that girls usually write for older men. This is also about priests. Assume what you will.

1.

You told me once that the way I trod the world is like the period when you were twenty one, right after your cheating girlfriend dumped you by saying that you were cold and shallow. You spent two weeks after that telling everyone in your general vicinity that you loved and value them, and prayed for the Christian orphans in Rhodesia.

I told you I didn't think you were cold and shallow and you laughed.

2.

I was talking to my mother about that and she said it's a family thing. Our men are priests, our women are brilliant and we all live too close to each other.

(my mother told me she wanted to be a wizard from ages six to twelve, but gave up when she realized that the paperwork for doing magic on Americans is endless. I think this might have something to do with her parents being dead.)

3.

Here would be something beautiful and heartbreaking and true, if this was really Nikki. If this was really Nikki, you would now be rendered jealous as neatly as verbs conjugate into the singular possessive. Really, if this was Nikki your sense of faith&grace would be irreparably changed, same as my heart after I met you, Nikki dear.


 

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