Another Story

it’s just you and me now,
even if you are some kind of a minor god,
even if I am a nameless face in a horde,
alone, at this distance, at this proximity,
palms together, fingers touching,
my breath in your ear,
one unspoken prayer separating us,
it’s just you and me,
my existence as much a myth as yours;
we tell each other stories,
I improvise from things I’ve read and heard,
stories about you and me and others who were
once me or you, people, gods, each a fantasy
in the mind of the other;
I think of what you said the other night,
alone, the moon bright enough to wake the
sleeping flowers,
you told me how pain isn’t real,
even happiness isn’t real,
that if I could just loosen my grip, let go
of all that I was holding on to,
there would be just that moment
and the nothingness, and that nothingness
would fill everything it touched,
and even that moment wouldn’t really exist;
I laughed, I cried,
I told you I loved the things you
made up,
you told me I had made you up too,
how could both of us be real,
I pretended to understand,
and you smiled at that too;
it’s just you and me tonight
and that moon pretending it knows
it is unseen on its other side,
you and me, unbuttoning pain,
shedding skin, trading names,
what a shame it would be
if everything had to be real,
pain needs its gods to be untruths,
happiness needs a different story.

More poems in the “monologues with a minor god” series here.

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30 thoughts on “Another Story

  1. Such a delightful read — the idea of pretending and the untruth gods make me wonder of reading and how it leads to a demand/need to derive a meaning, a semblance of truth, an untouched thought from within. The tinge of existentialism here binds us into this experience. I loved this bit: “you told me I had made you up too,/how could both of us be real,/I pretended to understand,/and you smiled at that too”.

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  2. The unreal and reality being the warp and woof gives the poem a fine touch. Love all the words from story to myth to fantasy to pretence to untruths. A perfect theme for the prompt. And so brilliantly done, as always.

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  3. “each a fantasy
    in the mind of the other” How did I pick these lines from the meditation above? Every line resonates–the visit, the tales, and ‘the unbuttoning.” We live as if it is real, delighting to be swept up by possibility instead of the more gritty underbelly of things. God and me, me and my gods–we need each other. The moments when we dance together as if we understand are my favorite stories of all.

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  4. kaykuala

    what a shame it would be
    if everything had to be real

    How nice it is to be living in a dream world where all are at its best. If only one can be expected to be blessed with such an occurrence

    Hank

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  5. These lines make fiction so easy to create—

    “you told me how pain isn’t real,
    even happiness isn’t real,
    that if I could just loosen my grip, let go
    of all that I was holding on to,
    there would be just that moment”

    Happy Wednesday Rajani

    much love…

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  6. what a shame it would be
    if everything had to be real,

    That’s exactly how I feel when I pick up a good work of fiction and lose myself in it. Why go back to “reality” when the world of make-believe is so much better?

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  7. This is just amazing. I could quote the whole thing, but I’ll go with “unbuttoning pain” and this:

    “alone, the moon bright enough to wake the
    sleeping flowers,
    you told me how pain isn’t real”

    I think it’s a good mantra to go with, even if it’s a lie. “Pain isn’t real.” We can convince ourselves. I think we should at least try.

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