Raquel Says (Something Entirely Unexpected) by Mois Benarroch

Author:Mois Benarroch
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Babelcube Inc.
Published: 2016-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Daydreaming of you in Mynonbeing

It is Friday and he will Follow.

There are two f’s, frets, friends, no fly, no eye, Friday, the last day of the week, when God created man, the groundlings, the glebeux, as André Chouraqui calls them, the roundlings, the ones who will fill the earthly globe and the cities.

Today I live in the city, in Mynonbeing, the great city where for centuries everyone has been coming in search of gold. They stay because they don’t find it, or worse, because they find it, which doesn’t make very much sense, because in the city the gold is an illusion, a story the rich tell to fill the void, to believe that finding gold makes sense.

Today, Friday, I live in the city and am a slave to the city. I read the late summer sunset, I read the last moments of fresh air before the sun burns and the people of Mynonbeing disappear from the city in search of better air. In August the city empties and no one can explain what the skyscrapers and the streets are doing in the middle of the trees. The few tourists that walk down the avenues seem to be in a movie after a strange bomb goes off, decreasing the number of inhabitants on the globe.

But today I wait for him and he will come, he will follow.

He will come because today is Friday and because I know he will follow. He will come because for a year he’s been doing nothing but come and he arrives today on the train. He told me he was taking the train this time, a slow train to experience the trip, because a plane seems too fast to come to me. Although months ago he did write me a poem in which he told me we would find each other in an airport, “blessed airport”, he wrote.

And he will arrive in the next six hours, at two. In the next six hours, that’s a lot of hours.

I’m not in a hurry, I’m not afraid, I know who he is. Even though I’ve never seen him. I know who he is, just like I know who I am and I know what he is thinking right now at this very moment when he couldn’t take the first train of the morning. He’s thinking about calling me but he thinks I’m asleep and decides to leave it for later. He’ll arrive later, a little later, and I’ll have more time to wait for him and fill myself with memories that will water my sunny afternoons when he leaves, in five days. He also prefers to think about me more, on the train, a few hours more before meeting me, although he already knows me and knows what I think.

It is Friday and he will Follow.

My husband woke up a while ago and I want to go to my computer and find Mois on the chat like I do every day. Something incredible has become everyday. Two people talking to each other, two writers writing each other sentences.

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