Untitled - ScholarWorks Home - California State University, Northridge
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your bed is floating on waves. The insides of your body rise and fall.<br />
Sometimes they nose you, telling you which way to go - 400 pounds of muscle,<br />
skin slick like oiled vinyl, sliding under your stomach, lifting you and carrying you<br />
farther into the water. This bachelor herd of bottle noses- they've learned how to play<br />
with tourists. They approach apprehensively at first but become bold and bullying<br />
after awhile. They seem to know that they have faces that humans can understand.<br />
They feel unreal, impenetrable and yet, you are warned to keep your fingernails<br />
trimmed because their skin is so fragile. Soon you will have no fingernails anyway.<br />
They are falling away- separating from the skin because of the chemicals in the tanks.<br />
One day you will become as smooth as a baby again- like the inside of an eye-lid.<br />
Things are buried in the ground around the house - frying pans,<br />
anvils, gardening tools. One night when you return late, you find a resident<br />
digging the ground around your entrance. You've seen him before, this resident.<br />
He walks the neighborhood constantly, and you see him in the grocery store,<br />
the pharmacy, the post office. He is very tall and keeps a forward gaze, which<br />
does not seem to take in anything beneath his eye level. Sometimes you've<br />
wondered if he's following you, but most of the time you find yourself darting<br />
out of his way. He is dark-eyed with angular features and long eyelashes. He<br />
would be handsome if it were not for this gaze.<br />
As you enter your room he looks up from his digging to tell you that<br />
none of this exists. "It is all. We are all. Electro-magnetic force fields," he<br />
says.<br />
Throughout the night you will wake up and see his silhouette through<br />
the Venetian blinds. You will hear the slice of his shovel through the ground.<br />
The next morning you will walk over piles of upturned dirt as worms thread<br />
themselves throughout the black earth.<br />
You spend most of your time alone. You've learned what foods you<br />
can keep in the sink of your room without them spoiling and you've learned<br />
what can go in the communal fridge without getting stolen. You are the probably<br />
the only one who steals food anyway -you like the custard cups one resident<br />
brings home. Your window faces the back alley, and there are a few residents<br />
who have friends with cars. Since guests aren't allowed in the house, it's<br />
where some of them like to hang, smoke, mess around.<br />
A lot of them make excuses for why they are here. They are junkies,<br />
travelers, people on the dole, a woman who has left her husband and needs a<br />
place to stay while he realizes what he's lost. They are a visiting professor and<br />
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