The National - So Far Around the Bend: youtube.com/watch?v=B5clBfEEiSw
At work, mid-day bored. Cute short haired girl walks in, comes to me and asks about jobs, is flirtatious and cool, says she's the best and wants to work. Her name is Holly. I give her resume to my boss, tell her to hire this girl.
Holly is from somewhere in the southern States, has a huge family and has been living in New York, has come to Toronto to live with her boyfriend. She has a dirty mouth and makes fun of everything, drinks a lot, is compassionate and kind and funny and is full of tattoos. She sends me text messages in the middle of the day, telling me about her boyfriends dick. She reads Kurt Vonnegut and Rainer Maria Rilke and she sets down hints that she's unhappy so lightly almost unnoticeable. She pees in alleys. She wears a blonde wig and carries a big fake gun.
One night at work I'm a wreck. She takes a coffee cup, fills it with red wine from her purse and gives it to me, joins me with her own. We get out early, go next door for a drink and she talks me down, listens, makes fun of the couple sitting next to us and slips me more wine from her purse. She holds my hand on the way out and we part. She makes me a city out of a matchbook.
I tried to make it to New York to see her this year but she disappeared.
Last I saw Holly I was on my way to New Brunswick and she was to be gone back to New York before I returned. She forgot I was going away, said "I'll probably see you tomorrow anyway." I didn't bother to correct her, liked it better that way.
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