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How Could Something Like That Be Love?
we moved out here five years back when the coughing fits got bad. i propped you up with cushions and read you trashy novels. sometimes we get fan mail in amongst the hate mail. they don’t agree on anything but they all ask the same thing. they say, ‘why do you hide yourself away out here? what is it that fills you with so much fear when there’s so much going on?’
the rumours started spreading thanks to a nosy neighbour. he never liked us anyway, just thought he recognised you from some cheesy one off pop hit (ironically the wrong one). we said goodbye politely but he kept on asking anyway. he said, ‘why do you hide yourself away out here? what is it that fills you with so much fear? what’s your secret?’ my friends have all stopped calling now. the only reason that they would is to find out if it’s all true. they seem excited at the thought. perhaps it means i’m not as dull, perhaps it means i’ve hidden depths but the phone calls don’t reveal them so they hang up and don’t call again. what do i care? i’ve got my world wide web cam on, you’d be amazed at what goes on, my lovers could be anyone and there’s so much going on.\n\n’you look like you are losing it out here. why not come back here where there are people who care?’ but the web shows me what’s back there and there’s nothing for me back there. at least here i’ve got high walls to keep the bad things outside. i know what they say around here. ‘he’s nothing but an old queer who got up to all kinds of stuff. how could something like that be love?’
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