THE WHOLE TRUTH

 

I keep thinking about it:

the first time Jennifer came over,

I took her in the bedroom and

showed her my walk-in closet,

a masterpiece of chaos and confusion

(boxes of papers, suitcases, a

lamp that doesn't work, complete

with shade, all the detritus of

a disordered life). What was I

saying? Was I giving her all

my secrets? Was it a warning?

Maybe it was a statement, like, "If you

think this is bad, you should see

my subconscious." Be that as

it may, I picked this person-on

her first visit-to display

what most people will never see.

But maybe this is the best way

to begin a friendship: start

with the worst and then slowly

work your way around to the best.

It's a thought anyway. Well,

at least she didn't run out

screaming. I even saw her again

later. Everything was just the

way it was except-well, you know:

I could feel her watching me.

 

 

Albert Huffstickler