Life Story

by Tennessee Williams

After you've been to bed together for the first time,
without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance,
the other party very often says to you,
Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you,
what's your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do

sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up
a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two of you
lying together in completely relaxed positions
like a pair of rag dolls a bored child dropped on a bed.

You tell them your story, or as much of your story
as time or a fair degree of prudence allows, and they say,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, until the oh
is just an audible breath, and then of course

there's some interruption. Slow room service comes up
with a bowl of melting ice cubes, or one of you rises to pee
and gaze at himself with mild astonishment in the bathroom mirror.
And then, the first thing you know, before you've had time
to pick up where you left off with your enthralling life story,
they're telling you their life story, exactly as they'd intended to all
along,

and you're saying, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, the vowel at last becoming
no more than an audible sigh,
as the elevator, halfway down the corridor and a turn to the left,
draws one last, long, deep breath of exhaustion
and stops breathing forever. Then?

Well, one of you falls asleep
and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in his mouth,
and that's how people burn to death in hotel rooms.

Comments

  1. oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, that ending surprised me so

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  2. What an interesting ending to that....

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  3. Interesting ending. By Tennessee Williams?

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  4. Oh, oh, oh, Tennessee Williams.

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  5. Excellent, I don't know wether to laugh or say "Oh, dear"!

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  6. Fabulous. You made grumpy old me laugh out loud. I heart you Distracted. Mwah!

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  7. I know...! It's as though someone has quietly been observing my life. oh, oh, oh, oh...:>)

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  8. Another proof that not only 'love' is dangerous...

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  9. Great blog distracted. And nice old-fashioned pics!

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  10. I am loving this ---you always find a way to make us laugh--thank you--c

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  11. That was unexpected. Leave it to Tennessee Williams to write a poem about two men (I assume...) having a nameless one-night stand and burning to death. He's got a wicked sense of humor and some serious internalized homophobia or deep seeded self-loathing.

    Still, entertaining as always.

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