Bobby, Carolina. The Novel
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Returned from Afghanistan and Iraq, he is physically fine but suffering emotionally.
She has recently arrived from her war torn home.
Together they remind each other of the strength within and the possibility of Love in every moment.
Anthony Marchese
Anthony Marchese is a writer and filmmaker. Originally from Detroit, he traveled and lived outside the US for ten years. Having returned his life revolves around his son and his work.
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Bobby, Carolina. The Novel - Anthony Marchese
Reveilly
She seemed to be rummaging around in the other room.
Do you mind if i rinse a bit before i go?
Was that a voice speaking.
Mumbling.
Scattered words slip through the mist of post coital bliss.
Pussy
Clean
Water
Hot
rinse
Sink
Kitchen
Toothbrush
I hope she did not want to clean her vagina in the kitchen sink with my toothbrush.
The shadow appeared in the door.
A whisper
Is it cool if i rinse off a bit?
Yeah.
Which sink do you want me to use?
Bobby pondered the question.
Anywhere but the kitchen sink. Was that the saying?
No
Everything but the kitchen sink.
What the hell was that supposed to mean
A basic statement.
Blurted out
mentally
A rhetorical thought.
You wanna use the tub, a question an offer
shit
now she is going to be here for hours.
She will use the loofa on her stretch marks.
Honey can you buff my stretch marks. Darling.
My conditioner for her pubes.
Though I do not recall any getting in my teeth
as there seems to be a noticeable lack of hair.
There
Where
normally would be covered in
under
wear.
Use the tub if youd like.
She will remember me as one of her more civilized shags.
Ok. A whisper.
That is thoughtful.
If she is in the tub she will be less likely to use my toothbrush to scrub her punahny.
God forbid if she found the electric toothbrush with the gum attachment
she would be in there all day rubbing on her cervix.
Is that even a pleasure spot.
Who knows
G spot.
Clitoris
A man can not be expected to know every secret pleasure spot on a lady he has only known for assorted hours.
Though show and tell can be fun.
It has been so long since we had a partner that was at a place where we could play show and tell.
Nowadays it is all
question
answer
location
now
hard
quick
everyone gets off the express
and then to scotland
one takes the high road and one takes the low road
anything to avoid human interaction.
The water was still blasting.
It is a great shower.
That shower head is one thing that actually stays with me.
What else
the skillet.
the hand carved wood spatula.
my coffee cup.
Grinder.
The simple things.
The little things.
life is in the details.
Coffee.
I would love a coffee.
as always.
Just let her leave.
Be patient.
Try to be a gentleman.
Even in this world of faceless
nameless
soulless shags.
One night stands.
Fancy a root the one said.
She knew her pleasure.
We are all here together.
Forever
No matter what the weather.
The forest
The jungle.
The snowy mountains
the dry parched desert.
Dont.
Just relax until she is gone
then we can make some coffee.
Maybe write a bit.
It is not like we ever sleep
anymore.
Dreams are not the happy place.
Too many faces.
From all of the many and varied locals where i was blessed to bless in my travels.
Travails.
Contrails.
Christmas sales
The grinder was what
10 bucks.
With an adjustable grind wheel.
So i can cowboy.
I can drip.
I can one cup
I can stovetop espresso.
The sock method.
Soap.
Do not go there.
Just fuckin leave that shit.
OK she can be gone now.
Just let her rinse.
You would appreciate it if the roles were reversed.
A moment to cleanse.
I would take a year.
Perhaps a hundred.
Those old gray criminals sending the lambs to the slaughter.
No sending the lambs to slaughter.
Go kill our enemies.
The water is cleansing her.
I hope it is working.
Just a girl.
Who knows if she is nice or not
––––––––
The moment
when you wish
with every ounce of your being
that she would be gone.
No matter whom she is.
Should I tell her how delicious she was.
Fantastic nipples.
Lightning in a swimming pool.
A mouth like a pizza oven.
lava flames shooting out as from a flowing volcano.
and when I feasted on her.
brown sugar cinnamon
smooth and creamy
skin like a speckled hen.
a leopardess.
though she moved like a cheetah.
and cheetahs do cry black tears.
that was interesting.
to deliver a real pounding
and hear a whisper
more.
a little girl oliver
a wild cheetah.
ensnared in the lions grasp.
and the lion took her
and left his mark
and not just his teeth marks
everywhere
every inch a delight.
with or without illumination.
I ruminate
while she tries to collect and dress in the dark.
just leave. and I will be alone.
leave and I can close my door
and lock it.
and finally close my eyes
to see once again if sleep will come.
shuffling of feet.
things being gathered.
a door opens.
a door closes.
close door
close eyes
after a night of open
everything
close that book
eyes closed
will sleep come
please.
please let me sleep.
let me dream
as a boy
before
i learned so much
better not to know.
the rising sun
creeps
in a crack
in the drapes.
morning already
darkness not longer.
Shadows flee.
A motionless figure lying arrow straight on back.
Light seeps in.
Forms begin to escape from shadow.
a man lays on a bed.
On his back.
Motionless.
bare walls.
spartan dwelling
More light seeps in.
Just as the mans face is determinable.
readable.
visible.
the eyes open.
no sleep.
no dreams.
a whisper
Reveilly
Rundown
A run down section of street.
a wide avenue
car moving in one direction
hanging street signs
weeds growing out of the cracks
broken
cracked square of sidewalk
uneven
an unused fire hydrant
a long fire truck
with a driver in the back goes
sirening
by
work to do
lives to save
a large steel roller gate covers the front of a building
a glass door next the the steel wall
a beauty salon
large egg shaped hair dryers lined along
and going deep into the space
figure going to the left
and figure going to the right
a figure
shadow
starts to come out of the back walking towards the front window
the shadow gets larger
and walks to the door
the door opens
she steps out
a striking face
with a huge head of curlers
literally curlers
every curler a different color
on top of her head
on each side of her head
head covered in curlers
she walks a few steps in front of door
places herself smack dab in the middle of the sidewalk
steps hip to a side
arms crossed in front
she looks in front of her
A wide avenue
broken sidewalk
weeds
streetsigns hanging
bricks cracked
a huge steel gate wall
a girl stands in the middle of the broken sidewalk
arms crossed
hip to the side
staring straight ahead
not looking
not turning
not smiling
not frown
just standing completely motionless staring ahead
with a huge head of curlers
she shifts her weight and her arms hang by her sides
she hold one elbow with the other hand
neck goes bent a bit
she stares straight ahead
a person texting that is staring at you and you think they are taking a phone photo of you
a crazy person pretending to speak into the cellphone
a smoker
ignoring the world
in their addiction of poison
funded researched frauded
manslaughter
but this female figure with the huge head of curlers does not have a cell phone in her hand
she does not seem to be crazy nor speaking into anything
her mouth is not moving
and she has never smoked
a relative
or she had positive reinforcement to be strong and not fall for peer pressure
or madison avenue pressure
its toasted
fucking murderer
she stands there motionless.
in her meditative state of siege
my liege
A dusty tumbleweed rolls down the street.
To rest at her feet.
Beat.
Yet beautiful.
A passive face. Unmoving looks into the distance. Staring into nothing.
Hands hang at sides.
As we watch her we begin to realize an over whelming sense of tranquility.
No movement. Thus no wasted moves. A calm setting.
Setting over us as we watch her.
Ruddy complexion. Clear eyes.
though tired.
At peace
though exhausted.
Legs
long thin legs.
Sandals.
Short shorts. Not too short. She does not care.
A black tank top.
Everything skin tight.
Showing everything
though she is completely oblivious to any overt affect this might have.
Freckled.
Long neck.
Long arms.
Long torso.
Long legs in her sandals.
Morning.
Bright.
Huge curlers in her hair.
Different colors. Making her head huge.
As she stares impassive ahead.
Into nothing.
Bliss.
She is standing in front of a beauty salon.
Hair dryers in windows.
Women milling around inside.
She stands immobile on the sidewalk.
A huddled figure approaches from the side.
Sonrisa de sombra
el recuerdo
amor
un amor tan lejano
un amor tan sensible
mi amor
A shadow as she smiles
The remembrance of love
A love so far away
A love so powerful
My love
The hint of a shadow behind her smile
The woman with the curlers shows a sign of recognition.
Curious
eyeing the tiny figure.
¿Carolina? Is that you? ¿eres tu?
The figure hesitates then turns towards the voice.
The female with the curlers staring perplexed at her.
Excruciating turn of the head as the tiny figure turns to be face to face with curlers.
The tiny figure smiles and comes in for a hug. Slow embrace.
No words as they squeeze each other. A kiss on each cheek.
I didnt see you Luna. A whisper. No te vi Luna.
In a long while. Luna says. Years. Mucho tiempo. Años.
I just got back. Carolina glances down at her feet. Hace poco tiempo que yo regresé.
Casi no te conocí. Almost didnt recognize you. She says. A happy lilt to her voice. toda cobierta. all covered up.
¿estás bien?
How are you?
el tiempo pasa . . . Carolina with a sigh. Time passes . . .
. . . y nos vamos poniendo viejos. Luna finishes with what seems like the lyrics to a song. Te pareces mi abuela.
. . . And we all grow old. You sound like my grandma.
Luna comes close to Carolina and caresses Carolinas cheek.
She looks her up and down.
il babushka también. ¿porque estás covered up like a nun? ¿como una monja? join the cloister?
Carolina matches the appraisal as she looks Luna up and down.
Commenting on what Luna is wearing.
I am a bit