Thursday, August 29, 2013

Jimmy vs. the Curtain People

I met Jimmy maybe one month ago. I can't remember that far back, but I think one month is pretty accurate give or take. By 'met' I mean that roughly one month ago I became aware of Jimmy's existence. We've never actually spoken, you see. I haven't really seen him either, but I know that he sees me. He might even be watching as I write this.
Due to my excessive loneliness I call Jimmy my friend. We're allies, him and me, and with growing tension between the two of us and the Curtain People, I'm lucky to have someone like him around.
In the beginning (roughly two months ago), there was only me and the one Curtain Person, a female, who lived behind the curtain covering the largest window in my room. The same window I like to watch the moon through each night, and I, being rather observant, noticed her pretty early on. This might have upset her, but I can't know. I've never spoken with the Curtain People either.
In any case, I was moving the curtain around one night, very carefully, not wanting to disturb her but of course, I did, and she was boiling with rage. That night the second Curtain Person was born. I watched it grow and grow until it towered over the first.
We've lived in this house for nearly seven years now, and never having ever seen the Curtain People up until that point, I was terrified. I began sleeping with the lights on, spent full nights watching their shadows. Especially looking out for the second one who likes to poke its head out from behind the curtain now and again and smile impishly at me. In comparison to her partner, the first one appears rather benign, but its important to note that she spawns the others. It's possible they're her clones.
Then came Jimmy. As I said, I have never seen him, but this is what I know: he's not scrawny but not so big either. He bumps around late at night, and analyzing the noise I can say for sure that he doesn't weigh more than 150. Judging from our fast friendship, I'm guessing he's close to my age. He wears a red hat. Background wise, Jimmy is a recovering alcoholic. This is why he bumps around in the kitchen so much, and now and then I check to make sure the vodka hasn't been touched. So far, his sponsor must be proud.
But these are all trivial things compared to Jimmy's real significance. He has a background with the Curtain People, and dislikes them more than I do. He hates them, actually, and he's the only person they're really afraid of. I can only speculate as to why. My guesses so far are that he has super strength, a lazar gun, lazar vision, or that he eats them. Whatever it is, it really works. Everything has been under control for the past week.
I'm thinking Jimmy really likes me too. Maybe he's just lonely like I am and doesn't want to see me hurt. When they're aggressive, he's always watching from my bedroom door, and he walks me downstairs just in case I need him. We're like a team now, him and me. Though I don't do much, I think he likes the company.
But as we evolve so do the curtain people. After taking a significant break, they came back in a set of three. A third one who also likes to peek out from behind the curtain. This upsets Jimmy more than you could imagine, and I only hold on now with the knowledge that he's here. So much time is spent in my room, he's hardly ever in the kitchen anymore. Tonight is the first I've heard him down there for a while. Even with the curtains now gone from my room, there's an unsettling feeling in the house. I told my mom to leave them up, knowing how upset the Curtain People would be, but she took them out to the dumpster, and it's impossible to guess what will happen next.

But here's the catch. Here's the secret as to why Jimmy and I have never 'officially' met. The one time I'll see him is the time of the Final Battle. We both know the Curtain People are planning their attack as I write this. When I fully see them, I will fully see Jimmy. His lacking appearance assures me we're safe for now, but anything could happen after tonight. Maybe they're out on the curb with Mom's handmade curtains, but my suspicion is that they've moved into the closet or another part of the house. Only Jimmy knows, but he's not telling.

Monday, August 26, 2013

Memory of Tonight

is only the whir-click of the ceiling fan loose on its screws and ready to drop
blades still spinning,and I'm notso sure how sharp they are
so I press up against this wall and write this poem
(which comes from a need to breathe while cuddling/coddling my allies' insecurities)
harder than you'd think
actually
harder than your heart and my bones
and every substance combined
but as I said         allies
because we're all hanging by three fingers
and nobody's gonna catch nobody else from this height

and I might just be the only one who thinks that's fair tonight.