Up On The Northern Border

I miss the tropical rain, those drops with my name, falling from clouds composed by the poor and the dying, their molecules giving temporary life to the clouds, a human weather without warning, everything so quick in a blinding flash

The yellow pickup along the mountain road, the road towards the border, where the bus was RPG’ed and they all came to the hospital, a disaster painted upon the highway and the broad elephant ears waving us onward in the wind

The little boy like water in my arms and later the rain started again and you let your body slump into mine as we rounded the mountain turns

Afterward, we went down to the pond and sat there feeling the rain beat on top of the cab and you told me about some guy in the states and how you didn’t want to betray him, but then we went to my little bamboo hut in the camp and made love

The fires on the hillside … each one part of a letter home

Why is sex so vital after death, why is the movement of sex a rhythmic denial of who you are, a boxing of your emotions, a dissociative kiss as if two people are not there, everything falling away

Later you hated me, but I didn’t care because I knew that someday I would write a poem about you and that day of the heavy rain and the blown apart bus and somewhere in my bones I felt all of the heartache and bad dreams would be worth it and oh, how I miss the rain, that tropical rain up on the northern border

6 thoughts on “Up On The Northern Border

    1. Thanks A. I don’t know what to write about anymore and I’m down to those tiny intervals of my life. This piece reminds me of the Hemingway short story about the woman and the cat in the rain. If you haven’t read it you ought to. It is pretty good. Also, when I read Garden of Eden a million years ago I was struck by the gender dysphoria of the book. Now I hear Hemingway was non-binary. Know anything about that? I’m too far out of it down here and I purposefully have cut myself off from news.
      Except if it is Mexican. If I recall you don’t particularly like Hemingway, right? Duke

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      1. Hi D. I’ve liked what I’ve read of Eden so far. (Thanks for the pdf link). I guess it was put together by one of his editors, posthumously, and was panned when it came out for incorporating passages that Earnest had left on the cutting room floor.

        I enjoyed Old Man & Sea when I read it. But the other stuff I’ve delved into did not hook me for whatever reason and I found myself putting the books down and not picking them back up. Perhaps it has to do with the lack of humour. It certainly wasn’t because of his dialogue, which is something I’ve become averse to as of late (the less the better). Hemingway’s dialogue was hardly ever used to advance the narrative, rather he kept it natural insofar as it bristled with psychological subtext (in keeping with his iceberg theory). I suppose his style is a little too objective for me, although I very much appreciate his taut/laconic approach. I will of course always revisit him to see if I’ve grown into his work.

        With regard to his non-binary ness. I did read that he was eccentric in the bedroom. From what I understand he liked to cross dress in the privacy of his home and would regularly play the feminine role during sex.

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  1. Well, I’m reading GOEden now and your totally correct about the dialogue. It is all psychological subtext, but that’s ok, since I can learn from that. I tried to re-read AFTArms and had to stop because it seemed lousy. I started to re-read the short stories and they were much better. GOEden has brought back several memories and, as you know, they play out in different ways, yet they’re there regardless. I think I will give an Austrian girl a try in Bangladesh and later in Nepal. She reminds me of the feeling of GOEden. I’ll post it later. I know you can’t wait. Ha. Duke

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