Dust Motes in the Light

by cagd

Realizing Violet sort of likes him, a barely materialized Tate celebrates with a little unintended poltergeist mischief all over the house before waiting for her in the basement...

"She gets me!"
Comes out
Of the
Collection
Of
Memories
That
Is
You,
And the front
Hall
Chandelier
Sways
In a wind
Nobody feels.

"She gets me!"
You zoom
Through
The
House,
A
Drumbeat
Of Joy,
Their
Fat
Little
Dog
Barking
Behind
You,
Castanet
Toenails
On the
Hard
Chestnut
Floor.

"Vivian,
What's with
That dog?"

"She's beautiful!"
"She's amazing!"
"She… gets me!"
Girls
Never
Went for
You-
They'd
Give you
The "look",
Whenever,
You'd try
To talk
To one
Only to
Sound
Like
A
Total
Loser…

"Violet, turn
Down your
Music!"

"She gets me!"
A picture
On the
Wall,
Tips
Sideways
As the
Collection
Of
Memories
That was
Once
You
Slaloms
Past…

"Careful
Moira,
That's a
Picasso print!"

"She gets me!"
All the
Towels
In the
Bathrooms
Fall to the
Floor
As the sunlight
Which
Fills
You
Rebounds
From
The mirrors.

"No more
Wet towels
On the
Floor,
That's not
Fair to Moira!"

"She gets me!"
The memories
Of you
Whirling
Dust motes
In the light-
From a
Stained
Glass
Window,
Spinning,
And
Dancing-
A tornado
Of joy.

"She gets me!"
Reeking
Of Axe
You
Remember
Yourself:
Hair
Like
Cobain's,
A golden
Faced
Angel
In a
Sarcastic
Black
T-Shirt.

Inwardly
Dancing,
You
Wait in
The
Basement,
Infantata
At bay,
For the
One girl
Who gets
You…
Ready
To play!