“Goodbye, my swan”, I reluctantly say as I watch him drift away…
the water ripples gently behind him as he swims for other waters –
as his eyes and his heart and his head now face a different direction –
there are majestic green trees up ahead -
(they consist of multiple shades of vibrant greens and yellows - with hints of various shades of orange)
– and he wonders what is beneath them – he wonders what is beyond them…
I stand in the water – left behind - unmoving
Unclothed and shivering -
… I am not a swan
____
“Will anyone be joining you tonight, sir?”, the restaurant host asks
“A table for one, please”, I respond…
“This way, sir”, he says as he leads me to a table in the back of the room
The chandeliers are exquisitely positioned and presented
– they hang from the ceiling bold and opulent
– the white lights blazing wildly across the dimly lit room –
They erupt in magnificent splendor as they blend with the room’s otherwise intentional darkness -
a high-class, uptown setting of brilliance and of abundance
I own only 1 tuxedo (with tails) – and I’m wearing it now…
With a freshly pressed white shirt and cufflinks I borrowed from a friend –
I pay close attention to my posture
I point to my drink selection on the beverage menu because I don’t know how to pronounce it
“That would be lovely”, I respond after the waiter asks if I want a few more minutes to decide on my entrée
The piano player keeps the atmosphere festive and moving –
providing the soundtrack to an enchanting evening…
I’m not familiar with the (particular) piece he is playing –
because I grew up punk –
but I bask in the glory of its atmospheric melody –
I swirl the wine within my glass like I’ve seen fancy people do in the movies –
I sip it slowly and carefully – (the waiter returns to the table)
I point to my menu selection and the waiter nods his head
“Fine choice, sir” he replies
The room is filled with swans and with snakes
…and, I am not a swan
____
At age nine I first crossed the path of a snake while hiking with my dad –
It was a sizeable serpent – and it looked at me intensely –
his forked tongue slithering in and out of its mouth rhythmically and predictably –
his face only a few feet from mine -
I listened to the incessant rattling of its tail –
“I am not afraid”, I told the snake
“And, I do not mean to scare you”, it replied
My father abruptly took my hand – and we left the snake
“I was not afraid”, I told my dad –
and he did not respond
____
I order dessert as the assistant waiter takes my now almost-empty dinner plate
(the decorative parsley and orange slice remain) –
The piano player is winding down for the evening and the tables are no longer full…
I walk slowly – and a bit drunkenly – towards the piano player –
my fifth glass of wine firmly in my hand
“Hello, I’m Jimmy”, I tell the piano player –
after he finishes his final song for the evening -
he’s handsome – very handsome
____
The piano player (his name is Edward) and I sit side-by-side on a swinging bench at the local park
The sky is bright, and the weather is pleasant and mildly humid –
he looks at me sideways with a smile impossible to forget –
“I like you” Edward tells me as he looks at me directly – his gaze not wondering
“I think I might be a snake”, I reply – “I am not a swan”
“why in the world would anyone want to be a swan?”, he gently chuckles -
Again, tilting his head and looking at me as if he is trying to understand me
“I am a duck” he tells me – and I laugh sloppily and immensely
“I like you” he tells me – and my hand is over my mouth
as I realize I just laughed unapologetically and openly – and publicly
“you are not a snake” he tells me with a smile –
a smile impossible to forget
____
“why were you at the restaurant that night?” he asks me three weeks later –
as he smokes a cig, while seated on my 4th floor apartment balcony
– after an evening of movies and of gentleness and of untellable firsts, I reply…
“I was sad”
He kisses my forehead like he is my guardian –
like I am a childhood teddy bear
“you are not a snake”, he repeats
“you are a duck – a duck like me” – “not a swan – but a duck”
- and I smile from ear to ear because I’m falling in love…
“I am a duck”, I say only moments before he kisses me seductively –
he kisses me like I am his finest symphony
____
I stand in the same cold water, as I did before –
unclothed and shivering – the swans swimming away from me
(as if they are scared) …
their heads held up high – their direction clear and predictable...
“I am a duck” he tells me, after kissing me sweetly and with passion –
we lay together on a comfortable blanket in the meadow in the park –
“I want to be a duck” I say – I plead –
‘I really want to be a duck – there is nothing I would rather be” –
… and I begin to cry aggressively…
my forked tongue is now exposed and my tongue leaves and enters my mouth rhythmically and predictably…
(I told you I was a snake!)
I swallow him whole – his body within my throat –
He screams – he then quacks (like a duck) –
And I feel him enter my stomach…
____
“I am a snake – and I don’t want to be!”, I exclaim as my mind violently trembles and revolts…
“You are a snake”, replies the snake…
…then we slither off, together, into the wet grass, my belly full
It is my present
It is my future
… I am not a duck
… I am not a swan
… I am a snake – with a forked tongue that slithers in and out of my mouth, rhythmically and predictably
I just am
Photo: Jimmy Broccoli.