When the Fire is Gone,
what do you do?
Writing real things
I had a dream last night
where I was having a fight with my first girlfriend
in front of the whole school.
I have never punched a woman, but in the dream
I was preparing to
and the whole school dared me to
and I wasn’t going to hold back
I was going to tackle her, and pummel her face in
hit the key spots
all the places that would hurt
Then, I thought about it…
What if I lost?
And what if I won?
It was a lose/lose situation for me
there could be no victory.
What if she beat me up in front of the whole school?
Everybody would cheer
and I would be branded with humiliation for the rest of my life.
Suddenly, I remembered…
She had a black belt in karate
and I had never been in a fight.
She did Brazilian Jujitsu on the weekends for fun
She danced. She was good at many things, I had never tried.
I would have to hit her hard
Even with her skill and technical ability, she was only a girl, I thought
and it would hurt to get hit by a boy,
but what would happen if I won? I would be a woman beater, a coward, a nobody
prosecuted, and put in prison.
In my dream, I didn’t even know why
I wanted to fight a woman
let alone, my first girlfriend
There must be some symbolic significance,
but I’m not sure I want to know what that is.
I was doing air-punches
in preparation for the fight
awkward, spinning back-kicks
that I learned from watching Jean Claude Van Damme
Then, I thought about shaking her hand
to settle our differences
but I didn’t know what those were
My relationship with my first girlfriend
lasted two weeks
until I broke it off
It was boring
I hated three-way calls
with her other girlfriend
A three-way sucks
when it’s communication
I was listening to two girls talk
about their cats
Teenage girls don’t have much to say
they get old, and they don’t have much to say
all they were