APRIL 2012 - ISSUE 03 - Massive Magazine
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completely pointless items - dog food for<br />
the dog we no longer had.<br />
I hauled the lot to the checkout, dog food<br />
and all, and paid far more than my budget<br />
would allow.<br />
But when I cooked dinner that night you<br />
came out of your almost-room and ate with<br />
me, though your dark shadowed eyes would<br />
not quite meet mine, not yet.<br />
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McDonald’s - $17.50<br />
There were days which were better than<br />
others, where you smiled easily and we<br />
could chat and laugh about stupid things<br />
that had happened so long ago, before<br />
you knew I loved you and you went away.<br />
Where we could sit in the sun and you<br />
didn’t flinch from the light, trying to hide.<br />
And those were good days and I drank them<br />
in and spun them out, replaying them over<br />
and over to get through the bad times.<br />
Then there were the shadowy days, where<br />
we drank tea and you recounted in a flat<br />
voice all the things that happened since that<br />
day long ago when you left, and something<br />
inside me died a little because I did not save<br />
you.<br />
And then there were the black days, the<br />
days when history showed on your face,<br />
in the shadows in your eyes that even the<br />
sun could not touch. And on those days you<br />
did not talk at all, I simply told you stories,<br />
made castles in the air for you to live in.<br />
I gave you everything anyone could ever<br />
want, because I could not give you enough<br />
once upon a time.<br />
One black day, you bent forward to hide<br />
yourself from the blows which came over<br />
and over in memory, and nothing I did or<br />
said or offered would ease you.<br />
“Do you want to go to McDonald’s?” I<br />
blurted out, because it was the only thing I<br />
could think of saying.<br />
And you looked up at me and smiled that<br />
sad, hopeful smile like one of those bloody<br />
Disney animals in Snow White, and my<br />
heart shattered when all you said was “Can<br />
I have a Happy Meal?”<br />
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The Party Shop - $54.99<br />
In the weeks we spent together, the black<br />
days faded slowly, leaving only their traces<br />
in your eyes. We looked at pictures of the<br />
boys we once were and I could pinpoint just<br />
when I fell in love with you.<br />
And then you wanted to throw a party,<br />
and I said yes, and we bought enough supplies<br />
to have a dozen parties if you wanted<br />
them.<br />
You threw streamers everywhere, light<br />
fittings draped with pink and yellow crepe,<br />
‘I thought you had changed,’ you whispered, and for a moment I<br />
thought we might get away with just pretending I hadn’t messed it<br />
all up again. But what was in your eyes turned to hate.<br />
‘You sick fuck.’ And then you were gone.’<br />
sending out shafts of coloured light. We had<br />
cans of silly string and party poppers, which<br />
you detonated in time to Destiny’s Child. I<br />
tried to make the cocktail shaker work, to<br />
remind myself that this was no kiddies’<br />
birthday party.<br />
Then you decided to deck me in streamers,<br />
green to match the Midori which<br />
stained the side of your mouth.<br />
Old friends came bearing cocktail umbrellas<br />
and bottles of bright spirits, shaking<br />
them together while you played DJ, running<br />
tunes from your laptop that brought<br />
back memories of high school discos.<br />
You were only a child when they came<br />
out, and everyone laughed and called it<br />
retro.<br />
Then you smiled at me and with the click<br />
of a button I knew you were playing my<br />
song.<br />
The night lowered and the drinks flowed<br />
and I forgot all about the thousand small<br />
ways I had broken you before you left me<br />
that first time. All I knew was you had come<br />
back to me, all I knew was hope.<br />
So when you danced up to me in the garden<br />
and sprayed us both with purple silly<br />
string, I pressed close to you and cupped<br />
your cheek. And right then I should have<br />
seen it, or dreamed it, or remembered it –<br />
some bitter warning from the past.<br />
But instead I bent and kissed you, my little<br />
brother, your lips tasting of orange and<br />
vodka.<br />
And I saw what was in your eyes, that<br />
same look that drove you away six years<br />
ago.<br />
“I thought you had changed,” you whispered,<br />
and for a moment I thought we<br />
might get away with just pretending I<br />
hadn’t messed it all up again.<br />
But what was in your eyes turned to hate.<br />
“You sick fuck.”<br />
And then you were gone.<br />
+++<br />
Air New Zealand - $2100.00<br />
You retreated into the room that was now<br />
yours, and snuck out at strange hours<br />
to eat, and refused to speak to me. You<br />
would only look at me when you thought I<br />
wouldn’t notice, and whatever it is you saw<br />
in me you didn’t like, because you told me<br />
you were leaving.<br />
So I paid for you to go to the other end of<br />
the Earth, to where you couldn’t come back<br />
even if you wanted to, even if I begged you.<br />
You packed up your life once again<br />
and on the drive to the airport you stared<br />
straight ahead and didn’t speak, a wall of<br />
history between us in the front seat.<br />
You turned to me at the departure gate<br />
and you shook my hand and said good-bye;<br />
and I crossed my fingers behind my back<br />
that it would not be the last time I ever<br />
touched you. I watched you as you walked<br />
through security, slow minutes where I<br />
hoped you would look back, just once.<br />
Look back.<br />
You didn’t.<br />
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Liquorland - $39.99<br />
bought the Bombay Sapphire even though<br />
I I’ve never liked gin, because the colour of<br />
the bottle reminded me of your eyes, the<br />
eyes of the boy who broke my heart again<br />
and again.<br />
And I hid in the spare room that was no<br />
longer yours and I drank to my pain, buried<br />
in the sheets that smelled of you, my August,<br />
my brother.<br />
The gin burned my insides, sparking the<br />
tears that flowed down my cheeks at how<br />
I had destroyed it all again, this hopeless<br />
man with the sick obsession. And with every<br />
gulp I wished you back, wished for one<br />
more last chance.<br />
And I tried to drink until the pain stopped<br />
and when it didn’t I fell asleep in that bed<br />
which smelled like you, where I would<br />
spend night after night until your smell faded<br />
and all that was left was the scent of gin<br />
and loneliness and me.<br />
In the house that is no longer our house<br />
there is a dish where I empty out the fragments<br />
of my life and I try to find some pattern,<br />
some code that tells me you’ll be back,<br />
but all I find are the hours I stole with you,<br />
and I wonder if I had a fortune to spend<br />
if you’d have stayed, but I don’t and you<br />
didn’t. So I scoop up the receipts with the<br />
old gum wrappers and bin them, trying to<br />
rid my heart of you, piece by piece.<br />
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