Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Marcus & Maurice

Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:35 a.m. 

Shirts under sweaters under sweatshirts under coats under scarves—all these layers make Marcus and Maurice seem much bulkier than they actually are. The two little brothers are sound asleep; Marcus’ head rests on Maurice’s shoulder. Maurice dreams of summertime. Basketballs bounce along the court of his brain, and then he is older. In fact, he’s not just older—he’s a star! He is so good at basketball that he’s going to play for the Bulls, and he’s going to be best friends with Derrick Rose, and there will be no more boring school for him.

Marcus dreams of their mother. Maurice is too young to remember her. Marcus still has trouble recalling all her subtle details during the day, but in his dreams she is loud, vibrant, alive. Her laugh is low and husky; her thick lips, smeared with sticky gloss, plant a kiss on Marcus’ forehead. He smushes his face into her soft, fat belly.

Dallying in dreamland, the boys missed the stop for their school long ago. Some of the other passengers suspect this, but none of them want to wake Marcus and Maurice up. They look so peaceful. 

I don't know about you, but I am just exhausted today. I handed out valentines and candy to strangers yesterday at Debonair. That was fun. Going to dominate at trivia tonight. 

If you haven't seen the Chicago tribune article in which Pretending to Know You was featured yet, DO IT RIGHT NOW! 

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