No Hands The Story
A Poem With In A Story
I was sitting on the couch, trying to clear the cobwebs from my brain. Why can't I remember last night? I was trying to figure it all out, trying to make sense of the last twenty-four hours when the door bell rang. "Who in the Hell is that? I don't care much for your tuned timing". I sat my coffee down and slowly walked to the door. I looked through the peephole and decided I didn't much care for the look on your face, it's discerning.
I opened the front door, but just chain length wide. Through the crack I said "Can I help you?". "Jennifer open up, It's me, Jerry". Ok now this is getting weird, "Who is Jerry". "Common Jennifer, open up, PLEASE". I closed the door and tried to make sense of it. OK, so how come Jerry knows me and I don't no him? "Open the door dumb-ass and find out". I opened the door and slowly turned and walked back to the couch.
Jerry followed me in, shutting the door behind him. I sat in the chair not wanting to give "Jerry" the chance to sit next to me on the couch. "Look Jennifer, I am so sorry, but we can work through this" I just stared at him for a minute. "That's my cup of coffee your drinking" was the only thing I could think to say. "How long is this going to take?" I still didn't know who he was and what we had to work out.
"I'm running out of time here Jerry, and I will thank you ahead of the clock for leaving." "Don't be that way Jennifer, Please just hear me out". "Oh, and when you leave don't forget your coat". I had no intention of him getting to comfortable considering I didn't have a clue who he even was. "Look, you know I love you and none of this matters to me in the least" What is he talking about? I don't even know who this lunatic is and he acts like this is my fault, what in the HELL is going on!
Inside my head it felt like a game of ping pong, all this crap bouncing around and none of it making any sense. Somehow I needed to get to the bottom of this and try to figure it out. "Jerry, I will be honest with you, I don't know what your talking about, I don't even know who you are". There I said it, put it out there for all its worth. Jerry just looked at me, or even through me, I'm not sure.
"Come with me" he said. But the way he said it felt strange, like maybe I didn't really want to know anymore. Something inside me said don't do it, your life will never be the same. "Just leave Jerry, I am not going anywhere with you". My head was pounding, this was all to much. "Jennifer, I can help you, please let me? I know what to do, I know what you need, I can fix this".
"Jerry, LEAVE NOW! I will not walk you out and When your gone I'll just lock the door. I don't think I want to know, I know I don't want to know so just leave". He just sat there looking at me like I hadn't even spoken. What the hell was wrong with this guy and why is he trying to scramble my brain. I'm sure if I had known this guy I would have remembered him, or would I?
Maybe it wasn't just last night I couldn't remember. What was wrong with me? Maybe I was hit in the head. I subconsciously raised my hand to feel. Nope, no bumps, but all of a sudden I was really scared. Jerry was looking at me. I think he was trying to figure out what I was thinking, but hey, I didn't even know what I was thinking. "I really like your new can of gasoline" he said. "What is that suppose to mean?"
"You know what we have to do Jennifer, you can figure this out, think hard honey". "But now your just grasping at a match while thinking such horrible things, come with me Jennifer, take my hand and you will know what to do, I promise. Don't be scared, just take my hand now and just go ahead and do just what you do".
I couldn't take it anymore, I didn't know who Jerry was, or at least consciously I didn't. He had the answers I needed and no longer was I afraid. I was going to go with him and somehow I knew it was going to be alright. I took his hand and followed him through the door. I didn't even look back. For some reason I knew that I would never be back.
Jerry took both of my hands in his and smiled. "Look at the moon Jennifer, look hard". I felt a jolt of something go all through me and I smiled back at him. My mouth began to water, and he turned his throat to me and said "Stick me I am your pin cushion darling".
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