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Kivi 2 Scene 2. My apartment. Early morning light streaming through peach-gauze bedroom curtains. He says: "You look like a bowl of mellow golden fruit, ready to eat." I say, "Please do, but first...." I do my Heikeludi dance-my Snow Princess dance-the one that melts the Russian bergs, and when it's over, he drawls, "What a thing to do to a boy from Texas." Then eat me he does. Scene 3. Weeks later. Charlie Parker and I daily dance a wonderful dance. It's late, fireplace is blazing. I christen him CharlieWindsong with sparkling burgundy poured from my own, er, personal chalice. "Why Windsong?" he asks. "For how you make me feel. Lighter, quicker, invincible ... like a bird, soaring along, singing on the wind." CharlieWindsong likes his new name, tells his buddies in the Blue Angels. It catches on, but the reference stays secret. Everybody thinks it's about the way he flies-like a
swallow, they say, always aerobatic, always playful Scene 4. I'm in Heaven ... I'm in heaven ... I'm Ginger Rogers singing in the street ... for the first time in years, with CharlieWindsong at my side, I'm not afraid to sleep. Saint Somnia is my sister now. I'm new, I'm ascendant. Life feels like I always knew it should. I'm too happy-distracted to even do zazen, my daily habit of years. |
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