FROM WINTER TO SPRING

And everything was good for a while. It was winter and there was this boy with hair white as sand who liked the beach and we’d snuggle for warmth from the winter winds and kiss so gently and be together. But then gradually our links dissolved and we parted as it got too hard and the distance got too far. Then things went downhill and I turned to my cigarettes and coffee and anything else that would suppress my growing hunger. But none of it worked. And then this villain started calling me late at night, early in the morning. And he was tempting and sweet to see and I knew he would turn me bad from the inside out but there was nothing else and no one else so I followed him into the woods, never looking back.

But in the woods was a wolf. And the villain sat by my side and we became friend and the wolf made me smile as his fingertips, so light, he ran over my legs as he tried to take them elsewhere. I’d met the wolf before and I’d liked him so much. Or the idea of him. Then in the forest the sand haired boy came back and my heart strings twanged three different notes. Then the clocked struck a dark hour and I began my journey home.

I thought about the wolf, the villain and the sand haired boy constantly, like a standoff in my mind. Every now and then I spoke to the villain and the wolf, but not the sand haired boy for that had gone as winter thawed. But now, the villain has stopped calling. And I’m afraid that there is a darker evil out there. Or, more afraid that maybe there isn’t.