Thursday, August 13, 2009

Today, I traded a dream for a lesson.

The first bullet entered my chest in the middle of my ribs on the lefthand side. It may have pierced my heart. The pain was intense. The last thing I heard was my wife telling me "she had met someone else". I believe that projectile ricocheted off a rib, ripping through other vital organs, before exiting my right hip. It seemed an age before the next round of automatic fire completely obliterated my lungs, liver, kidneys and lower intestines. I was still standing somehow, but it was not long before my legs gave way, just like my marriage had done moments before.

Despite my psychophysical injuries, I am in a stable condition, hooked up to a constant intravenous of Marvin Gaye. He is love morphine if you ever find yourself in my situation. There is no pain he has not wrapped his sublime vocal around. Friends visit and I see their lips moving, but the questions all have answers in my head that were answered many times over the years. I knew I shouldn't have married her when her wedding kiss made my soul shiver.

I gave her all the love I had though. A sick part of me is almost happy that she might now be happy. Only love could react that way.

Prognosis is positive.

This is a true story.

Your faithful correspondent,

Mr. Hare

(At least I get to keep my name).

7 comments:

BigHatDino said...

Hells bells Mr. H - glad you're finding your way through it, it's a lonely path fraught with danger :|

I'm currently using a mixture of The Russian Futurists and King Geedorah to quench the flames in my heart, but I am an odd one and too much soul takes me too close to the brink.

Michael said...

i wish you all the best for your future.

;) said...

You write beautifully and you will mend. Take care.

Style Salvage Steve said...

I feel guilty for enjoying this read but you write so well.

This settles it then, I'm taking you out for a couple of beers next week, no question!

Kate said...

I'm very sorry Mr Hare. I think beer and Marvin are a very good combo.

6p010535ec94ae970b said...

So sad to read this post, pls be strong. My own remedy? Treat myself to a Really Expensive pair of New Boots...!

Jamie said...

Here, my Dear, indeed...

I am sorry to hear the news, though I don't know you! Heartbreak seems to be the same all over...

I recommend Brenda Holloway's Motown Anthology and The Magnetic Fields' 69 Love songs, which always have something comforting to say...

And Roland Barthes A Lover's Discourse!