Kekauililani

Mine, where is mine?
Mine, I just want what’s mine
Mine, the dank place I ventured to find it
Mine, get away!
Mine, it’s all mine so get your own
Mine, not yours
Mine, to covet
Mine, to possess
Mine, to worry about
Mine, to own
Mine, my own thoughts, my own mind
Mine, my misery
Mine, mine, mine!
Mine … alone

Fingers grasping lightly around the smooth contours of the cool glass. Condensation slides over my hand as I place the glass on the table. Whoa! The table teeters, rocks right into place. I catch the glass. Whew! This table, the one you left behind after your abrupt departure. It’s unsteady, shaky, unbalanced. The fixer impulse as I look for something to put under foot. Ah! A matchbook unused, unlit, a perfect wedge. I softly place the glass back on the table, on a slight puddle of water. Huh? As if on its own volition it slides left, hydroplaning to a spot unintended. Just as you did with your life. Oh. It seems stable at the moment but I’m still unsure, uncertain of the matchbook, the table, the glass, and my reflexes. Hmm. So, I walk away from the table as I’m no longer thirsty.

Kekauililani

Kekauililani

Kekauililani is Ross Goo's middle name. He is a short story writer who started creative writing screenplays at the university studying film and filmmaking.