The Dream Series
#5
5-25-07
[My uncle is a bad, bad man. His son needs to tell him in order to change him….provoking this stifling environment…..creating his own suffering; his struggle?….his worth at stake<?>]
Somehow after some summer plans, poison ivy, and television, family broke through the ceiling and we begged for them to leave, just like in reality when they show up at our doorstep on holidays, improperly packaged, a pleasantly unpleasant surprise. The family doesn’t hover over our doorways or walls, floating like the byzantine justinian (ha), they mold into our walls and stone, screaming for a release, making themselves familiar to our homes…but not to us. An impending stranger rudely smoking a cigar, taking off his coat, and putting his filthy feet up on the furniture. Whisky swirling in his glass. The golf channel quietly mumbles in the corner. A unit breaking the circle, telling me all about life, giving us advice. It’s not what we need, or how we can handle things at all. When it’s time to leave I can’t say I’ll shed a tear at all.
