I am in bed with Anthony Bourdain
Our bed is dressed with plain bone colored sheets.
The smell of toasting sugar is all around us.
The walls are painted in white and gray with ash
details. There is an enormous rectangular
window across from the bed with sheer white curtains
hanging over it. The light inside is hazy and gray
giving the room a cool serene feeling. I can see the
ocean through the window and I wonder where I am.
Am I on a boat? Are we on the Cape? It doesn't seem
is lying next to me on the left side of the bed.
He is very tan and his body seems too long for the bed. The
sheets do not cover his left shoulder and neck and I can
see that his skin is glistening. His hair is damp and
lying in short curls on his forehead. He gets out of the bed,
walking across the room naked, not looking back at me.
He dresses from a pile of clothing on a recliner near the
window- blue jeans, a dark gray t-shirt and brown sandals.
Im leaving. He says, See you later. Ok, bye, bye,
talk to you soon. We are both smiling but not at each
other. He closes the door behind him. I am still in the
bed when Kevin calls. He wants to know what I am
doing. I tell him that I am getting ready to go out. We
make plans to meet somewhere but when I hang up
the phone I realize that we didnt decide where.
I am in the car on the way to my mothers house. It looks
like it is about to rain but it is still very bright out. I decide I
want to walk the rest of the way and so I pull over on the
side of the road and get out of the car. There are expansive
green fields on either side of the road and I can see large
farmhouses in the distance. There is one much smaller
house not far up ahead. It is built only a few feet from the
road. Its wooden panels are painted a blue gray color with
a carved flower pattern on the roof overhang. The white
slatted shutters are open and there is a white wooden flower
box under each window overflowing with red geraniums and bright green ivy.
From the street I can see that the windows are hung with
sheer white curtains. I walk back and forth in front of the house.
I notice the brass doorknob on the front door, I notice that there
are four steps to the porch. There is an unkempt garden in front
of the house. It starts just behind the white picket fence
that surrounds the small front yard. I count seven tender young
yams, golden and conspicuously veined. There are another seven slender
Japanese eggplants hanging from a vine and a bouquet of
pink cabbage extending its ruffled foliage off to the side.
I realize it is too far to walk to my mothers house.
I am back in the car and on my way to my mothers
house when Kevin calls and tells me to meet him at the
train station. Inside the train station I see Kevin from
behind. I recognize his tangled graying curls and his young mans
posture. Almost immediately he turns around and sees
me. The station is crowded with people hurrying about in
every direction and it is difficult to get to him. Once we
are standing together everything seems resolved.
I dont know why we are in the station and it doesnt seem
important. We stand next to each other looking around
the spacious lobby. I notice the vaulted ceilings and exposed metal beams
bent in wide arches overhead. I begin to count the dots on the speckled tile floors. Then I notice Anthony
walking by me on my left. He is in the same dark gray t-shirt and
blue jeans from this morning.
He looks directly at me without breaking his stride.
His expression is friendly but he is not smiling.
I wake up.