Bouquet (Rainbow Prisons)
The first one I called the Rose. He reminded me of the magenta-purple rosebush and the aqua-blue stone. He had a way of looking sidelong at humanity. Always a little laugh, always a little bully. I think at times we were frightened of each other, and jumped back from the electrical charge. He worked with his hands. He wasn't the **** I was and it made me sad. The next one so Saturnine. Outlook so pessimistic, but only from his love of depressants. Quiet palette. I have been working so hard on what you told me, he said. I missed getting elbows-deep in it, he said. He was as if psychedelia had a photonegative. I wanted his drug trips down in all media. I wanted a multimedia presentation. Multi multi. Now I know what those rainbow prisms were for. If I listened quietly, I knew what he was doing and he would confess to me... "I am making ****." Yes, I would like one for my birthday. The third was really really married this time. Not even "getting a divorce." The...