the first tornado…
my weekend boyfrined hasn’t let me go. and i haven’t let him know – that i am done.
we text a bit, he emails me a lot, a few calls here and there. i like him, as a friend. i think he is a great person and an intelligent companion, but i don’t want that.
the other day i received a letter in the mail. the real mail.
he explained that he would write the letter from beginning to end without stopping or correcting. letting his mind flow freely. he told me, very metaphorically, that one of the times he moved back to our city that he saw me randomly. this random sighting was accentuated by my tattoos. seeing my permanent ink pulled his heart strings and made him feel grounded in our hometown.
he told me that this was the beginning.
here is my response.
i am returning your letter in kind, comprised in the same form.
wish me luck.
you don’t really see it coming. and then there it is in your front yard. the coming of spring sees the beginning of tornado season, where a mass of hot air mixes with a mass of cold air to produce a powerful spiral that comes as quickly as it goes.
my tornado season begun when you blew into my life, appearing one day, dancing in a funnel cloud of sweet words and interlaced fingers, then gone without a trace. once a tornado is gone, all you have left to do is assess the damage and try to return to life as usual. so i returned, to work, to life, to my love affairs.
i received pleasant reminders of your kind affection and brilliant mind, all which brought smiles to my face. but in the interim another situation was sprouting.
this sprout is taking root and growing leaves. leaves that are swallowing up all my sun and choking out all other seeds of intimacy. i wanted to make you aware of this before you returned in search of more tender moments and interlaced fingers.
i am happy that spring has given me a friend in you, and i hope you will continue to allow me to enjoy your bright smile and witty conversation. i am lucky to have ever had you, even if fleeting. please come to my house for dinner when you are in town.
this is the second version of this letter, my words would not flow correctly the first time. i hope you find them smooth and intelligent this time.
all my best, kansas
looks like an animation hehe
OMG I just drove home and almost drove into a mile wide tornado I am not kidding i floored my moms truck almost crashed because it was chasing me but I arrived home safely.OMG what night its been.
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I think this just inspired me to make a short film about a girl who loves tornados.
that is so great to hear. i love to inspire any sort of art.
i would love to see it, or hear about. i know it’s a complicated process that sometimes needs to be bounced off of other people.
good luck.