Prom

"Everyone's going for it," he tells me. My

heart sinks for a beat and drowns
in a star-

splitting moment. I peer into the viewing
globe of history and realise

it is again that I cannot fit
into this Brave New World.

"That hath such creatures in it," I replied. He

looks at me bewildered, trying to catch
onto my thoughts like a train

rushed away from the station. The gale
is a slap across his face,

"Oh. Nothing." The casual tone

in my voice accosts further
the gravitas of his new Zara outfit;

the money you would not spend on home
improvement, you lavish on

one single snapshot moment. But on
my part, I concede it was

"Sour Grapes." He figured and I

could not agree more. He would look
fantastic in that body hugging

silk, blazer blazing as he strides
into the cocktail room,

charming the ladies with sparky
eyes and words.

"It could have been me." I

lost him again in my fit of jealousy. I
wanted to be like him- like

everyone else but I could never. At
seven, I could spell ventriloquist.

At thirteen, they mocked me
becaused I believed,

"Senary is seuxal," the sibilance

echoes from a distant memory. He
looked at me and he knew

I had little affections for my classmates
and the school-

it is not what you are; it is what
you don't become...

"Oscar Levant," he completes

the quote for me and according to him, it's
my favourite- because

I let myself be punished. For I was
unhappy and the execution

was self. Still, it proved I could never
fit into the garments cut out for me;

"I wished I could go for prom," the

confession gleamed in my eyes and I
could have taken his pity as

I desired but I knew the better truth
and despite knowing

that it does not take great imagination
to be happy- I chose otherwise.

"Lets talk about something else," I said.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 12:46 am