against the prevailing ethos
May 1, 2010 § 6 Comments
she admires them. invertebrates. and contrary to popular belief, not for their exoskeleton; a clichéd parallel people enjoy drawing between that characteristic and the seemingly impermeable demeanor she totes. they’ve often complained about the harsh line that tightens at her jaw every time a dash of unnecessary human attention is solicited. the same jaw that photographs exquisitely but doesn’t quite submit to terms such as ‘beautiful.’ what she is, is a polymorphous unit of too complicated features. if described, one realizes aesthetically this collection should not fit. but to look upon her, you notice each -pair of eyes, nose, lips, teeth, ears- is symbiotically related to the other. and if you dared to bare yourself, you would admit she is attractive.
she didn’t have a traumatic, foundation shaking, break your heart into innumerable pieces back story to blame for her disposition. nothing that makes her this way and she knows it. just a product of well meaning parents and the occasional sibling fights in an i love you nuclear household. it is her staunch belief that people are what they are and each of us has the right to be who we are. so she exercises this franchise. spending time with her squishy in the middle hard on the outside friends. learning them by their species names like Anisodoris nobilis or Nautilus pompilius and listening as it crashes against the ignorance that preceded it. she likes crashes. not automotive but the sound of things colliding; varying belief systems, knowledge against ignorance, body upon body. i am sure they will never assume she enjoys the mending of hills and valleys as one body dips and the other inhabits. or the feel of tip of finger on tip of erect nipple. palm tracing the body’s international date line- running down the inferior vena cava to land in eden. yes, the real first wonder of the world. a fruit so decadent it ought to be revered.
she doesn’t like to be called ‘doll’ or any flower such as ‘buttercup.’ however, silly saccharine terms of endearment like ‘snow cone” or ‘demerara brown rum’ are welcomed. because she considers herself a cool sugar rush on a hot day, sometimes a few snap glasses of intoxication. and it is not a secret she guards; it’s just that nobody ever bothered to ask her about her. they assumed she is simply an emo-nerd fascinated with the atypical. and since she’s not the talkative type they’ll never hear her rhapsodize about those sometimes when she is that very hybrid who paints her nails black and self-gratifies before the acrylic dries. but like i said, she doesn’t talk much. she admires invertebrates. earth’s most abundant creatures doing the least damage to it, themselves, and each other.