Denise R. Weuve

Ink Damage and Other Permanent Stains

A Year Later

Today it was barbecue; nothing a vegetarian enjoys more.  But in a weird way, when I could turn off my mind, there was something nice in the comfort of a group, even one that would mock the veggie burger in a den of ribs and sauce-slathered meat.  But now my mind cannot turn off.  A year ago it was heart tartar cooking in the citrus juice of truth hidden for far too long.

A year later and I still struggle between forgiving, forgetting, and hating.  But I do love Mexican food, whether from the Pike on 4th street or after visiting the Getty.  If I wasn’t vegetarian, heart would be my meat of choice.  It must be delightful with a twist of lime.  I would cook it well done, nearing burnt, allowing the heart to rest on a counter top next to the Morton’s salt and knife sharpener it must still be the juiciest of meats when sliced properly.

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Once the heart has been eaten it can’t be felt still beating, can it?  Sometimes there is a sudden jolt in my chest. A flame blistering the heart, perhaps.  It will be sudden grabbing stealing a breath, yet forgettable.

A year later you have plans that feature a solid career, a loving wife, doting children, a trip up North.   Even without a heart, I want all this for you.  Find a delight in the joy that registers in your sand dune eyes.  Thrill in the idea of seeing this all come to fruition, and hate you because I want this all for you, when a year later I have bruises on my wrist hidden with bangle bracelets, and cuffs, from someone who doesn’t mind the heartless.

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