*The Future of Wallpaper* Christopher Jug George

His summer-brown smile haunts me. I sense him now, unlike before, he is closer to me. He is gone.

Tag: Patience

When We Were Aliens

We traveled to another planet on a rocket ship. It was strange to finally hurdle through space after staring at  it our entire lives. The beings there led us into a structure. There was carpet on the walls, magazines were shaped in circles, pictures were under a clear substance on the floor, the ceiling was transparent, and they were kind to us.

Let Them Look Through You

We went for coffee with my mother-in-law. It was a walk up place on the boardwalk. The coffee was served in fancy tea cups and my wife said she wished we had cups like that. My mother-in-law looked at me and said with a judgmental voice, “Why haven’t you bought her cups like that?” I told her I’d never really thought about it before.

The Time Capsule I Lose Sometimes

Photo by Christopher Jug George *St. Croix River* July 29, 2012

Sometimes I am space junk, a broken satellite swinging wildly and aimlessly without boundaries or memory of how the little things can matter more than the big things. Sometimes I move like a Great Blue Heron, flying in a straight line, five feet above the river because I’m in control.

We were always running from each other. Then I had that nightmare, the one where we both ran so far apart that finding our way back became impossible. But then I saw you in my next dream and felt relieved.

In that dream, a woman was on a sidewalk a half a block away. I could tell it was you though by the way you were standing. Your right leg swung in front of your left leg, as if you were dancing with the world.

I woke up and when I opened my eyes you came tumbling out.

I remembered that morning and how we ran away from the world on those imaginary horses. It was a place that we called home for a moment. It was cradled by trees and in the sky there were bird like creatures who were trying to assure us they were angels. They were blue and clunky, they were feathery and metal . . . they were beautiful and broken.

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