Tag: ann_petry

Do you still believe it?
I believed the world was mine, all I had to do was reach out and take it.
In one way or another, it happens to everybody.
Therefore, I will drive.
You act as though you were driving a royal coach.
You drive too fast.
Why? Don’t you trust my driving?
I’ll drive.
The river was redgold along the edges.
Sometimes at night he’d heard her singing.
It’s the time of year.
What’s happened to you?
We might have been friends.
She could visualize disaster, see it, feel it.
Too much imagination, that was all.
It was the threat of force that you heard.
He’s air-borne, light as air.
You’re all right.
Neither of them said anything.
Could I live here?
There was so much light that there weren’t any ugly shadows on the walls.
He couldn’t go back to that house.
He didn’t say much.
You mustn’t ask questions when you were a guest in someone else’s house.
Gone Fishin’
There was a lot of light.
He would never be able to tell anyone and he would never be able to forget it.
He paused, remembering the early morning quiet of the street.
He turned and looked, too, saw no one.
It was like a dance, a crazy kind of dance.
He couldn’t picture it in his mind.
A mouse ran across the kitchen floor.
The Last Chance. The Last Chance.
Because once again he felt as though he could conquer the world.
Shhh! Don’t tell anybody, friend, but – I’m in love.
Gone Fishin’
You’re drunk now.
What kind of answer is that?
Have you ever been in love?
Saturday? Here? Is that all right?
When will I see you again?
And strangely enough, he found it delightful.
Remembering the old loves, the old hates, for the last hundred years.
Pain in it, regret in it, a wail in it.
The same song about lost loves and old hates.
Why I suppose it’s a kind of admonishment.
Why did he write it?
What does it mean?
Don’t try to figure it out.
He felt a curious kind of anger.