I originally posted this here, on the Soul Mate author blog; hence, the call for authorly suggestions. However, I welcome your input, too.
Like a lot of people, I’ve spent an approximate total of thirteen months of my life daydreaming about that perfect marriage proposal. Sometimes the fantasy involves firelight and chocolate, while other scenarios feature a stage, hot spotlights, and five hundred people chanting “Say yes, say yes!” Oh, and I’m not gonna lie – there’s been a flash mob or two in there. And maybe Mary Lambert.
These five lines reflect some of the humor of the book rather than the spookier or more philosophical elements. Enjoy!
There exist many ways to draw a square: five, maybe eighteen sides that twist inside and out, touching, teaching, tasting.
My skin spreads, pages, notebooks, maybe binders of white. Blue currents guide eyes and sticky fingers. Sharp spiky ink, soaking like a hungry, black perfume, negative eruptions from swords seeking to dominate, to colonize.
Go ahead. Bounce on my belly, jump so high the ceiling tangles in your hair while words spew outward, double-jointed and loud.
Whirls, lines, and dots. My hair and eyelashes scroll. Long lists, and wide, bracket this gentle body that jiggles and waves. You measure it with plastic and springs. Categorize it with upside down words on a calculator.
I am what you say.
You. I don’t know you. What words snag between your legs, steal into your mouth at night, crawl across your tongue and nest in your belly? Could you, are you, might you be an answer to a question I no longer care to ask?
I speak. I write. I scream my name into empty, hungry mouths.