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Thirty-Fifth Entry
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In a forbidden love, something wraps around your wrist
like a garden snake or a long string of passion arrows.
They leave a scar, winding down the arm, following the blood
coursing through existing veins.

Edward is the oldest child of a three child family. He is estranged from almost all of them.

His younger brother is a rich psychiatrist in the city (all of his psychobabble bullshit for the urban crazies, is how Edward describes him). He has a wife that is much smarter, much more interesting than him. He also has a son that is completely bland. Doesn't read, doesn't like sports, can't even work the television or the computer. When this information comes to me I ask Edward, Does he draw or climb trees or invent things out of junk in the garage? No, Edward answers. He sits. It's all I know of him, even though he's eight years old. Edward's younger brother is the only one who gets along with the upper class, uninteresting parents; both because of his income and because of his uninterrupted marital status.

Edward's younger sister has been ostracisized because her sexual preference offends her parents. And because her parents' lack of sexuality offends her. She has a long-time partner who has two children of her own, and who raises these sprouts as budding hippies. Edward says his sister has flaming red hair, but that it's such a cliche she'll soon re-dye it. Some Thanksgivings she drags down this troop and they all eat in Edward's small place.

But these occasions are rare, and though Edward won't admit it, he and his parents didn't get along for reasons neither of them can pinpoint. They don't call each other, they don't visit or ask each other about their lives. In fact, it's been years since they have had the least bit of intimite contact. Although he doesn't speak much about it, Edward was spoiled as a child. He grew up in a large house, with three dogs, a library as big as my house now, a boat for summertime on the Bay. He had friends with their own cars, their own flats, their own inheritances.

When he was thirteen, his best friend committed suicide. He left a note saying that the world wasn't forgiving enough to be worth it. Edward indicates that he stopped talking to everyone, that his new best friend was the library. His grades started to slip and he only squeaked through enough to go to university. He majored in economics (his father's choice), but only became happy when he received a masters/PhD in English. His parents weren't mad about this. Edward feels that the aspect of his life that offends his parents is his bachelorhood.

Edward is handsome and smart and childish at the perfect moments. But, his lack of relationships come from the fact that he won't put up with the passionless, the ignorant. Innocence is one thing, he commonly says, but the lack of passion would put heaven to shame. Edward's one long term relationship ended when the girl found another, equally as boring man. When my life didn't change because of her absence, I realized that I never was in a relationship with her in the first place. We just lived together, he says. I answer. What about me? I ask. Where do I fit in?

That's the thing, he says, grinning. You don't.

So much for my day off. I've written, cleaned, read, worried, laughed, watched movies, taken a bath.
I miss everyone.
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