There’s this weird place you wind up in when you give yourself permission and have a really lovely relationship with a man in his late-ish 20s, and then things other people did to him for a long time when he was a kid come back to haunt him, and he does something he shouldn’t that’s destructive to your relationship even though it isn’t really about you at all, and he asks you for some time, and in the two weeks after that, you realize he lied about what he did, that it was worse than he made it out to be, and he admits it when he finally calls to tell you he’s moving to another state in 36 hours for a job you knew he was waiting to hear about, but didn’t know he’d gotten.
When Dr. Seuss wrote “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!”, I don’t think he had this place in mind. Where was THAT book of wisdom? Hmm?
Look out! Don’t crash!
Your snarfle will hurt!
You’re headed for trouble –
stay out of his yurt!
He’s all the good things
that your whole self can see,
but a trigger’s the problem,
eventually.
His whole self’s amazing –
no, really, quite great! –
but some people before you
created a weight,
And he carries it mostly,
but sometimes, you’ll note,
it will tear him to pieces
– unsettle his boat
– and the next thing you know,
his kersplinker’s kersplat,
and there are no repair shops
for fixing all that.
So he’ll do what he can
and you’ll tinker with bits,
you’ll be quite glad you’ve tried it,
it’s well worth the fits –
But here’s the kerfuffle:
kersplinker and all –
It will loosen your droozle
and throw off your haul.
You’ll wonder if your parts
are working quite right –
or if somehow you could have
unlit what won’t light.
It’s not that it’s your fault –
good heavens – it’s not!
It’s just that his whole self
is tied up in knots
and he wants to untie them –
truly, he does,
but it’s hard to know which way
to get them unfuzzed.
And for all you both do,
his kersplinker’s kersplat
– and there is no repair shop
for fixing all that.
thesinglecell 