Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
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71<br />
Gretta grins. “Yes! Oh! She hasn’t begun to figure you out yet. You’re her deepest<br />
obsession. Nothing else really matters to her. She runs thinking maybe she can lessen the<br />
whole thing, have some of her <strong>for</strong>mer life back, even if it was bad. But it doesn’t work. It’s<br />
not working tonight, right now, While you sit moping she’s fiercely wanting you. If you only<br />
knew.”<br />
“I don’t”<br />
Both women shake their head.<br />
“How long do I have to wait?”<br />
“Not long. You know that”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>n what?”<br />
“Resist being weak.”<br />
“I don’t know how.”<br />
“Learn. Fast.”<br />
I sit up straight. “Riddle me this, then. How do I defend against the daylight?<br />
Nighttime hope laps me up, easily. But come a thrashing sleep’s finish I awake empty &<br />
nothing.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y look at my pen. <strong>The</strong>y look around at the grand-windowed coffeehouse we sit<br />
in.<br />
“When she calls you, the only thing on her mind will be: does he still love me? She’ll<br />
only believe it or not believe it by your voice, & she’ll need to see you to confirm this. She’ll<br />
need your touch, your kiss, your vow, & repeatedly. No less, & of course more.”<br />
“You’re so frankly certain.”<br />
“Of course. We’re part of your greater self, <strong>Raymond</strong>, who you squirm against no<br />
matter how many times proven accurate & real.”<br />
“She’s got ideas of me visiting Portland”<br />
“Yes. Many.”<br />
“As a buddy?”<br />
<strong>The</strong>y break up laughing<br />
“So how do I deal?”<br />
Gretta takes my hand. “By standing up straighter than you have in a long time.”<br />
“Now what? Two weeks pass & suddenly word. She misses me despite her recent<br />
nastiness. Is marrying, again claims so, & then he’s off to join the military. Now what?”<br />
“Now you do what we advised. You stand straight. Let the dust clear. Wait.”<br />
“Fuck it.”<br />
“No way out but through, <strong>Raymond</strong>. You know that.”<br />
A choice, as always. Belief in sequence or flow. Dream or polity. Gut or gutter.<br />
“Vanilla or butter pecan” & two girls laughing.<br />
Follow her while she watches you. Sing, listen. Believe. Flex but do not break from<br />
the pain.<br />
“She loves you, <strong>Raymond</strong>. As serious & vital as anything ever in your life, she loves<br />
you. This matters. It simply does not end.”<br />
I look from one to the other. “I keep failing to surrender.” <strong>The</strong>y nod. “What next?”<br />
“Reunion”<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle | 59 | October 2006