I was asked to describe a circle. Not a simple task, I think. I can imagine the imperfect shapes of nature. The sun and the moon which cycle through our days, it’s all a circle. They spin, rotate, we go a-round and a-round.
I can also imagine your irises. Circles of grey. Grey like stones. There, more circles.
But these aren’t really circles. Those grey river stones are a mottled, dimpled array. Just like your irises hold sinews like craters. Dips and valleys in your eyes which blur the circle. And on a greater scale those dips and valleys and craters in the moon. Great chunks ripped from the distorted sphere. Then the sun which I’ve been told is almost a perfect sphere but even that explodes with solar flares. Great mountains of energy that rupture the circle.
After all this a-round and a-round, I still cannot describe this circle.
Every time I have a really good day, I look over at my cat and think, “my day will never be as good as his”.
I saw a woman in the library today - a ordinary lady. She was reading in a way that caught my eye. Barefoot with one tucked up under her. I found this fascinating. The at-home nature of taking off ones shoes both endeared me and gave a sense of repulsion at those bare feet scrapping against the soft plush of the public chair.
If this wasn’t enough, she twisted in sun - like a small child or a cat or some other creature lacking the self-concious restraint. One arm tucked around her neck, she wiggled her face into the joining of her flesh and material. She fell asleep.
“You haunt me”
Her words were cruel. Spoken with a soft rounding of coloured lips.
The first time it was a seduction, she stood away from me, naked but in the darkness. I could just make out shape of her thigh, the point of her breast. I didn’t truly hear her, the quiver of her mouth had me pinned with distraction.
We hadn’t seen each other in months. Instead of conversation she breathed the words, “you haunt me”.
The rigidity of herself toned her anger. Her very muscles hardened at the sight of me. It hissed, you hurt me and I will never be soft again. And yet those words spoken through a quivered lip gave a jolt of arousal. Like a finger grazing my belly.
And then she walked away.
Follow these instructions and you will vastly improve your life:
1 cup brown sugar
2 cups flour
Chopped up bar of Whittaker’s chocolate. Not that Cadbury shit, that tastes like brown plastic. If you’re not from NZ this will make no sense to you. Basically what I’m saying is use the good stuff okay? The chocolate hunks are super important.
(Pre-heat your oven to 180 bake)
1. Chuck melted butter, brown sugar and egg in a bowl. Mix it.
2. Then chuck in the flour and mix in a half-arse kinda way.
3. Chop up your (good, Cadbury can suck it.) chocolate and add to bowl.
4. Mix proper-like.
5. Roll into cute balls and press with a fork. You must press with a fork - or it won’t be cute.
6. Put in your oven and bake until not-burnt. I check mine every 7 minutes or so.
Then eat all of them in one go. There, super friggin’ easy yes?