And I have a weird feeling. A not so good feeling. I don’t know why, but I have the feeling that I’m going to die. Tonight. For some reason, I don’t know why, I’m going to die this very night.
Downstairs, in the garage, Timmy the Rat Terrier rattles his chain. He’s on a new short chain, ’cause he’s been pooping where he shouldn’t – he’s a rescue dog, and not very amenable to training. I go downstairs, and I’m horrified – the dog is on the landing of the steps, right on the edge of falling off and choking to death from the short chain. I move him away from the ledge, and back upstairs to try to sleep. Again, the chain rattles, and again I go downstairs and scoot him away. Again the chain rattles, and this time I just remove it. My “ex” swears if the dog poops on the floor one more time, he’s a goner. I promise myself I’ll clean it up first thing in the morning; besides, the dog’s going to kill himself tonight on that chain.
I go upstairs, and try to sleep, but I can’t. I start running the loops in my head, over and over again, Charlie going to the Tree and getting hung, and he does this by Choice, to save Claire. Knowing what we know of Charlie, he would do this, he would sacrifice himself out of his love for another. Charlie’s going to die so that he can Go Back, ’cause he saw Claire destroyed by the Smoke Monster. And then Ethan will have to take him to the Tree again, to complete the loop, and Charlie will forget it all.
~~~ whooosh ~~~
after my memory
goes back to quench
the barren desert, unfolding hereafter
in the eternal maelstrom, purple stars
with a divine intention
reflected off the mirror
unwinding heavens, a juicy torrent
comes forth never thirsting
ere we forget