XXXII

My truth..

Can not exist while your truth does…

Her eminence grew until her form blotted out the stars…

My truth… is not your truth.. she thundered and a million grains of sand danced to her voice…

Fox lay amongst the bones of beast of all sizes, he had been focused on reaching a single tree growing above the burning desert sands… he had reached the tree in the dark, his tracks meandered through a forest of white bones of giants, of monsters, of men and lesser creatures…  He lay among them all, looking away from her.

Your truth… keeps you from me… she hissed as she came back to earth.

Fox sat up and weakly kicked his ragged boots off.

She smiled at him, she was behind the bar of the little Mexican place he had gone to with his brothers when he was young.  Christmas lights twinkled and the mariachi band played a lively tune.  She stared deep into him, jingling ice in a glass to the beat of the guitar.

Fox sat quietly and keep his eyes to the sand.

My truth… is this, she waved her hand and they were on a beach, and she threw cold cans of Tecate to passing tourists, she waved her hand again, and she was at a busy Starbucks he used to frequent and grab a cup of cold coffee on hot day..

My truth could be your truth… she smiled jingling ice..

Your truth, does not let mine exist. 

Your ancestors truths, getting chased, getting hunted, their truths diminish mine.

Your grandparents truths, toiling and surviving in the desert, raising their kids against the odds, weakens my truth..

Your truth, your voice, your beliefs, your strengths… keeps you over there thirsty on the hot sand while your father glares and bakes you from above…when you could be over here at the bar with me…

Fox stared through her as she walked towards him across the sand.  She was attended by little whirlwinds that held her hair up under she was so close she enveloped him.  The little whirl winds laughed as they wound around him, and she became so close he could feel her breath against his cheek.

Your truth..