moonBliss

It was our last semestral break when Susan walked in to my dorm room as people started pouring outside, universe after universe, star after star, bodies melting against each other, their feet hurriedly gliding on dusty pavement. "Like galaxies," I whispered. Susan, my Little Darling Sue, as I called her countless times in my mind, stretched beside me like a cat with likeness until now, I can't bring myself to believe. "You see them as heavenly bodies lit in early October showers yet you stand here, four storeys above them,” She stood on tiptoe and purred on my ear, “like a pagan deity.” She propped herself on my couch, armed

Daddy sat on his favorite chair as Mother went to market (hours later I'll find out she'll never come back home) and through billows of smoldering sacred smoke from his cigarette he spoke to me, "Boy, I'll let you in on a game, (OhBoy!) you get to play God. He cackled and cackled 'til I heard his favorite chair sway under his weight. With his free hand Daddy beckoned for me to come closer. The smoke swam like serpents before me, in me, through me, pulling me closer to the monolith I call Daddy - I was never a son, always the little boy. Boy, oh boy, I nodded as if I understood. Today I got a new religion, today Daddy, I'll sing your songs.