Being Beings - to being too/to being two - with bees, butterflies, dragonflies and flies
[ glue sticks ]
I had ripped all of the flags of the porch posts and crumpled them into my arms with no regard for the tacks and nails that were still within the colored bundle of what was a reminder of someone else’s home. Even as I approached I didn’t know why I was doing what I was doing. The driver’s side door of the hand-me-down vehicle I was driving was still wide open with the music blaring. There was no attempt to be subtle about what I was doing. My mind had been made up, though it wasn’t clear what I was trying to prove. As I ripped at the blue and red I heard the men gather themselves from within the small countryside home. The first man, wearing a dirty white button up short sleeve linen shirt and dirty rolled up khaki pants came out, startled, with a cigarette in hand. His facial expression didn’t change as I reached and made my last several pulls. My actions did not falter and my concern for my well being had stayed in the car. I just kept pulling. With the last tug and loud rip the other man made his appearance on the porch. Shirtless and pissed gripping an old wooden handled hammer he peered at me from the doorway. Committed, I took hold of their memories and embraced them harder, feeling each nail and tack pierce and puncture my body. There was no exchange of words and as the blood began to exit my wounds from my now rapidly beating heart I looked down to look at the hammer one more time. The man holding it also hadn’t moved since first setting eyes on me. The cigarettes smoke rose slowly from each of their mouths. Without panic and with all the determination I had left in every bone I turned swiftly towards the car, which was no longer playing the loud music. I threw everything in and closed the door. Before pulling away I reached for the last of my own cigarettes, arms now shaking from the absence of adrenaline that had carried me through my task. I lit it. Looked once more toward the men who had still not moved an inch and pulled away in reverse. I had only ever stolen pens before.