Lie.

Lie with me.

Lie with me. Do you mind if we just lie here? It gets so lonely in the city sometimes. You know? And I’m not used to it. Not yet at least. I’ve been here three months. Modeling for a bit then acting for another bit. What have I been in? On the back inside cover of Vogue last month hawking lipstick. Enough about work. How long have you lived here?  Seven years. Wow that’s a long time. It’s been a rough few months for me and I don’t know if I care for all of it. I do love living here and meeting all these people. And yes in fact I wouldn’t have met you otherwise. But… What do I want? I want to move back home to Louisiana get married have some kids and maybe be a teacher or chef or something practical. You know have a home. Belong. Is everyone here so lonely? Are you alone? No. I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that. It’s impersonal and terribly rude of me. We’re practically strangers. Why did I move here? I don’t know. I wanted to be a dancer.  An artist of movement that defies what the modern convention is. Hahaha. Do you like that? It sounds pretentious but it’s really not. I want to dance in a way that changes the way people have for the last twenty years. I want to reinvent form. I want… Oh I’m sorry I’ve rambled on and on. Tell me what you do. Wait let me guess…. Write? Draw? PAINT! You cheated. You should have let me guess. What do you paint? Things that go bump in the night. Why in the night? Why not the day? I’m sorry. Show me… Show me later. Right now, stay and lie with me.

300. Don’t lie to someone. Lie with someone. It does get to be lonely, doesn’t it? It’s nice once and again to have a little company. It’s even nicer to lay with someone and talk. Anyway have a nice chat… or more with someone special and have a good night. Enjoy. kisses. m.