Posts by Bel Moore

Him and Her

America was two things for me. It was New Orleans and San Francisco. It was stray cats rustling through the grass of abandoned lots. It was a dog leashed to every homeless man. It was oaks that leaned  their branches to the ground, beckoning. It was stairs set in the abstract inclines of city streets. Dust between my toes. Cold summer wind on my cheeks. Raw brass. City preachers. Vomiting bile on the footpath before I presented my conference paper. Setting out without purpose and always finding new parks to write in. Waking up in his bed like normal, going back to the hostel and hearing that Bin Laden had been killed. A poster on the BART that heralded the apocalypse the next day.

It was him.

It was her.

I was a year or so out of a serious relationship that had been an engagement at one point. I had left two lovers back home, one of six months and one of far less. Feelings of hesitation about the longer-standing one but attributing it to cold feet. It was a ripe time for me to completely lose my head then find it again.

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