To Elena

[Aristotelis Orginos]

The nights I wouldn’t sleep with her she danced instead. She would move the ottoman and the coffee table aside and clear the floor and make sure the carpet was straight and smooth. I would look out the window each time, not knowing why because the view was always the same. But so was she and it didn’t make it any less perfect. At Tchaikovsky’s crescendo, she would pirouette and pause for a moment before sitting next to me. I would turn the radio off and pull a Marlboro out and light it with the matches I kept in my pocket and by the time we fell asleep the cigarette smoke had blown past the curtains of the window I had left open.

[Kristine_ES]

wow. what an interesting scene. i have many questions that don't need to be answered, really.... cool.