mmmmdclxix

Something Different Happens

I don’t want to tell you anything
about it. This is a new sensation.

Also, I don’t want you to mention
it. Anything about it. That’d be

what you call a spoiler alert, and
I’ll have none of that. Sometimes,

of course, it can’t be helped. And
this is when being a hermit, tucked

into this hotbox of a coffin-shaped
apartment at most every hour of

the day and night comes in handy.
But then I must avoid the news.

And YouTube. And talking to my
guy, with whom for over five years

now I’ve spoken with, often in an
engaging manner, but also often

in a manner in which I take up
all of the airwaves, pretty much

every single day.  At least once,

but usually more often.  And

that’s not even counting all

of our texts. Usually he

doesn’t seem to mind, me

hogging the microphone,

I mean. But sometimes…

sometimes I can see that 

he’s grasping for any tiny bit 

of that air, because he has a

thing or two to say, himself.
Oh, how I love engagement.

Especially with such people,

the stars in my life, the few

that I hold near and dear, are
of utmost importance. On rare

and very special days a bit
of an upside down abnormal

thing transpires: he’s got a
story, sometimes several,

that he’s determined to tell
me, and he does so in such

a way that is at a pace I’d
call andante but it is abs

olutely deliberate. And 

what’s more, if there is 

any attempt on my part 

to interject, to comment

on any of it, he promptly
plows through whatever

it was I was saying. I’d
call that karma.  And

also, and most import

antly, it’s a very astute

characteristic. Meaning
he knows me. But these

instances are rare. And
a joy to behold. No

matter whether or not
I can’t help but try (to

no avail) to selfishly
comment or interject.

Oh, the chaotic balance

of the gemini mind–here

I was, at least at first,
speaking of my own

reticence. Another rarity

for me, reticence. The But

I am learning.  Anyway,

my reason for holding back,

for not wanting to talk,

had to do with the fact that

there’s another whodunnit
I’ve gotten hooked into,

and tonight’s the season
finale. And I don’t want to

talk about it, to accidentally
happen upon a spoiler alert,

I want to just experience it
without any preconceived

notions. But, to be 100%
honest, I’d more than

happily watch this finale
with the one person I quickly

and so tangentially began

to mutter on about above,

whether he was quiet as a
mouse as we watched, glued

to the set, or even if he was
in one of those rare talkative

spirits. I’d listen to all of the
spoilers that could be uttered

without even flinching, I’d
enjoy his company so. But

tonight, it’s just me and
my teevee. Now…whodunnit?