Frank Lloyd Wright is my Manic Pixie Dream Boyfriend.\u00a0Even more so because he is dead. When I get bored he asks if I want him to make a copy of the moon. When my girlfriends call to ask if he\u2019s real, I ask them: What\u2019s so special about your boyfriends anyway?<\/p>\n
They just don\u2019t understand the rectangle we live in, the\u00a0square, circle, and cross<\/em>. You\u2019re more interested in woods and shapes, they complain, than the things you wear on your feet.\u00a0You could be a great mother, but your husband is already dead. I accept it.\u00a0I weave my hands through the silvery shock of old-man hair. He can\u2019t take me to coffee.\u00a0Can\u2019t do the things normal boyfriends can do.\u00a0Can\u2019t even fuck me.<\/p>\n But our love is divine.\u00a0I buy books on Crowley, which he traverses at a stolid pace.\u00a0He tells me stories about Gurdjieff in the mountains, with his wife or arguably a goat.\u00a0He keeps it ambiguous whether he is calling his wife a goat, or if G. I. Gurdjieff was bedfellows with farm animals.\u00a0Either way, she was a good dancer, he reports on his ex-wife\/goat.<\/p>\n He likes that I can\u2019t dance, that I have square feet.\u00a0So I paint my toenails red, the color of life.\u00a0I imagine him hovering there, inserting into me at the golden ratio of angles, and to me he is there\u2014the imagination.<\/p>\n We never fight, or touch.\u00a0We talk Blavatsky till dawn.\u00a0He steps into the roost of the little house with a book as I go downstairs and chat with friends.\u00a0To look at my vibrator with mixed emotions.<\/p>\n There are ways living in fantasy is better.\u00a0This is what I tell myself, as I fade to sleep with Frank\u2014(sort of) laying there beside me. Rory Fleming<\/strong> is a writer with works previously appearing or forthcoming in The Fiddleback<\/em>, Metazen<\/em>, Punchnel’s<\/em>, Counterexample Poetics<\/em>, and Icebox Journal<\/em>. He is also a third-year law student at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Find his other writings at\u00a0<\/span>mehuggingspacecarrion. Frank Lloyd Wright is my Manic Pixie Dream Boyfriend.\u00a0Even more so because he is dead. When I get bored he asks if I want him to make a copy of the moon. When my girlfriends call to ask if he\u2019s real, I ask them: What\u2019s so special about your boyfriends anyway? They just don\u2019t understand […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,3,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5012","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-fiction","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5012","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5012"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5012\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5012"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5012"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5012"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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