
The Essential Differences
Jereme Makowski
I walked inside and the house was paper. Backwards
entrance, followed by radical change. Cardboard cutouts coasted
along and around the walls, contouring to corners in some semi-liquid
manner. Photographs of familiar faces were pasted or traced upon
these rigid and restless sentries. My cellular telephone rang at
that moment, or changed itself from statuesque to pliable. Spurting
small darts through the holes from whence sound had since ceased
spilling forth. Seismically-tipped needles that caused earthquakes.
The newspaper-stock walls shivered for a moment. I fell through
a door in the floor and landed upon my air mattress with a “tink!” My
bedroom was littered with moist confetti, vestiges of a long-forgotten
celebration. The new year was no longer new, so why this ancient
eagerness? Why this house of expiration, which yawned and yearned
for centuries of slumber? My bed was red then, she had been on
her period. Once when she lapped at my legs I told her I could
never leave her. But she became too salty too quickly and my skin
cells started to shrivel. That always left a bad taste in my mouth.
Sort of irony-tasting. And now maybe my cup could be full of her
again. The window reached for me with arms of moonlight, shadowy
tattoos dancing upon those arms from the wind in the trees. I was
embraced and carried up up up up up up up up up beyond the brink
of the Caribbean’s furthest tidal reach. Far beyond anywhere
her sight could reach. And I glanced down up the countryside through
telescopic eyes, admiring her flavor from afar. Always in motion,
always beckoning, always tasting of sweat. And I called for my
blanket to hide her empty life from me. It swept across me of its
own accord, automatic supermarket bedroom door. Where real sleep
could take silence seriously. Where I could stop being two people
at once.
About the Author:
Jereme wrote this prose poem in his creative writing
class at Lincoln College.

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