“My mating profile mentioned my peculiar tastes,” she said.
“I thought ‘peculiar’ referred to the mating ritual, not
criminal behavior,” he said, studying her living space. No surprise there. All
single occupancy apartments, in New York, looked the same: a kitchenet, a
bathroom, a bed, a refrigeration unit, and three cabinets—one for food and drinking
water, one for clothing, and the biggest one for testing kits, gloves, masks, bleach,
and a quick relocation bag.
“Well,” she said, crossing her arms, “now you know.” When he
turned towards the door, she tried to stop him. “Wait!” She hadn’t meant to
shout. But his reaction had caught her by surprise. She had taken so many
precautions. She spent all her rest hours at the NY Intimacy and Procreation
Center, reviewing potential mates’ records. She researched him for weeks. All the signs were there.
“Look, ma’am,” he tried walking around her, “I don’t want
When he grabbed the doorknob, she decided to let him go.
Until she realized that his hand was trembling. Oh, screw it, she
thought, before whispering the signal in a single breath, “In a rotting world, wild souls must fight…”
He didn’t turn around. He didn’t let go of the doorknob. He
didn’t move at all.
She stared at her relocation bag, and was so lost in trying
to figure why she never planned for this outcome, that she couldn’t hear what
he was saying. “What?”
“I said, fight
to become contagions of hope. I might’ve also said that codes in
haiku also speak of peculiar tastes.” He smiled.
She grinned. “It’s a senryu.”
Their lovemaking was fast and delicious. It had been quite a
while. When dread tears the world apart, it’s difficult to find souls to feel safe
and whole with.
Before parting, that day, he gave her a crowd at the beach
to add to her postcard collection. She gave him a merry couple dancing in front
of friends to add to his.
a gift from a friend
via Artistic Interpretations
I watched a video somewhere in what is usually a crowded Chinese city street - empty. It boggles the mind and your "apocalyptic" rendering hits home. I LOVE your couples dancing postcard. I'm fascinated by postcards lately (and old photographs). Thank you for playing along. I have a real cool postcard for the 15th.ReplyDelete
Three weeks have gone by since this post/comment, and now many NYC neighborhood are looking just as empty. My mind is properly boggled... and terrified, too.Delete
So it's been confirmed -- haiku and senryu are APHRODISIACS!ReplyDelete
Alas, they don't seem to work for me that way! :)Delete
@Debra, further confirming the old believe that size doesn't matter.Delete
A fun poem, Magaly. I am glad they got together for a bit, I have known, but forgotten who now, of a group on-line that exchanged post cards with each other.ReplyDelete
I have written a fun card poem on a Coney Island postcard, I will probably link to it when I write here for Margaret, later.
Fiction and life have a thing for mimicking each other. :-)Delete
Oh, what a brilliantly imagined world, where postcards of people having fun are dangerous, and haiku are codes. Gotta love the wild souls – who nevertheless clearly distinguish between haiku and senryu.ReplyDelete
That’s the kind of contagions I need, Magaly – hope, and lots of it! I like the way your piece progress from terrifying dystopic, with the illegal gatherings (not unthinkable, from what politicians have been saying), the single occupancy apartments, ‘testing kit, gloves, masks, bleach, and a quick relocation bag’, to the discussion about haiku or senryu, and the fast, delicious lovemaking. How sad that they only had postcards to remind them of being part of a group of people.ReplyDelete
When I wrote this one, I was thinking that even in times of terror the small things still matter--they are the ones that keep us human. The world might be a mess. But that won't keep us from arguing about the difference between haiku and senryu... or, from being intimate in the way we want to (one can hope).Delete
Years ago I collected old postcards and still have them. I hadn't really thought of using them as prompts for stories and poems until now. I really enjoyed this Magaly.ReplyDelete
Oh! I hope you show us some of your collection at some point. I bet they are glorious!Delete
Quite fitting at the moment. <3ReplyDelete
You had me at; "codes in haiku also speak of peculiar tastes." I love the idea of being 'Contagions of Hope,' especially now when there is anxiety and dread everywhere. 💝💝ReplyDelete
In a world that prohibits even owning certain pictures I can only imagine how serious the consequences would be if she were found out. But the need for connection is a strong one. I'm glad she guessed right.ReplyDelete
When living seems to suck, we must hold on to the small (or big) things that make life suck less.Delete
Wow! this is just fascinating fun. See how love wins in the end in this case the type of love is trust, passion and the aesthetic of micro poetry. Gotta luv this. NiceReplyDelete
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Thank you, Gillena.Delete
I really enjoyed this but am glad it's fiction. :)ReplyDelete
"Seizing the moment" in an Orwellian world. One moment of peace and truth in a quarantine.ReplyDelete
Postcards are an interesting source for ideas.
Thank you, Joel.Delete
Loving it, Mzgaly. It's like being back in the Hippie Days (were senryus around then? I don't know but I was)ReplyDelete
I am back now toting my Art Interpretation Postcard Poem. I am sorry about my first, the one linked to you, I was just retelling the olden days. You might not like this one either. It is a ditty that might jerk tears, as a father of two girls it jerked mine.
Senryu have been around since the 1700s, so... I supposed they were in doing their thing during your Hippy Days. :-)Delete
Science fiction is the way communicate! I cannot resist it. Great ideas here, in the kind of quick snapshot that Bradbury would write, that Orwell did in too many words in 1984. I just finished reading Kathy Miner's Colorado trilogy, coincidentally(?)also about a pandemic and how the laws of survival change everything.ReplyDelete
My public library recently shared a meme that said something about "Science Fiction and Apocalyptic books have been relocated to the Current Events section". It read rather... sobering.Delete
Magaly, this is just plain freaking scary! What if..........ReplyDelete
I can't argue.Delete
I love this, it's delicious!ReplyDelete
It's so wonderful reading your imagination again.ReplyDelete
This is pretty apt considering today's outbreak.
It's quite wonderful having you read!Delete
Never have contagions of hope been this delicious. Love it!ReplyDelete
It's nice when good things are contagious. Love this, Magaly!ReplyDelete
I believe you are correct.Delete
Thank you Magaly, the way the whole piece flows is magical, yet terrifying with illegal gatherings and occupying apartments individually leading to conversation about haiku and senryu and finally leading to some romance. Postcards have played a major role in being the factor of reminder when it comes to being part of such a group. Sharing the couple's dancing postcard was so soothing and filled with love.ReplyDelete
This whole thing is rather scary, indeed...Delete
Oh yes, simply perfectReplyDelete
As are you *kiss, kiss*.Delete