**incomplete ‘n’ unfinished, y’all**
Maheen and Phinney are no longer a thingy jingles through my head. Our supercool/definitively special middle names don’t even rhyme but still, somehow, roll off the tongue with [ill?]fated resonance and harmonized dissonance, although the nouns they properly represent can no longer hold hands. Maheen and Phinney are no longer a thingy. Catchy, maybe, but totes not an appropriate aria on the first day of one’s 10th month in a relationship, and definitely not a desirable ditty for a lady who’s holidaying with her man. And here I am, still, scantily clad on a bed in Singapore as he studies his strumming from this afternoon’s recording session; here I am, humming a tune that doesn’t really have a melody, per se, just, like, uh, a cadence? Sing-songy, it taunts as we tend to on playgrounds:
Maheen and Phinney are no longer a thingy.
Little Miss Muffett sat on her tuffet.
Eating crud cuz she couldn’t get her way.
On our bus to Malaysia, we’re doing well.
Although we cried the entirety of our third shared evening in Asia, our subconsciouses defied our decisions and we spooned, snuggled, clung? in our mandatorily-shared bed ‘til we tumbled out, remembering what had happened merely hours before: we broke the fuck up.
We finished our signature last-minute sprawled-out, wound-up packing as we hummed through/to/with the tension of the situation at hand and still?, we took pictures as we played with the elderly dog who had seemed feel a particular affinity to my now-ex’s scent. We giggled as we tiptoed out the door and our early-morning cab collected us, the she & him who were now at once both closer and totally distanced, evident to none except for tem, us. The bus arrived and we sidled, side-by-side, into the backseat for which we had tickets, humming Outkast: ha, ha, what’s that fuss?
Equatorial scenery, lush jungle greenery, all that shit tends to ease tension both in bodies and between them.
Conversation caressed, ebbed, and flowed as we wound the roads connecting the respective island nations of Singapore and Malaysia. We found ourselves joking, actually laughing, tentatively touching knees and thighs as timed to punchlines and their corresponding sorespots…