#4 - To Sasquatch, Love Dog

Dear Sasquatch,

Do you know Chekhov's play, The Three Sisters? You made me think of it, so much so that I dug it out of the bookshelf to re-read it. Three displaced sisters, longing for the home they left behind. A home farther and farther away in the rear-view mirror, less and less the place they remember, more and more a dream.

I'm not sure which sister each of us is. Probably a combination of Masha, Irina, even a little Olga, in a pinch. I won't say who I most resemble. And I don't know it about you.

I do know we share a longing for a metaphorical Moscow. I've never seen it in another so clearly as I do with you. It's not attractive. Even though you are. We are. Maybe this longing is the worst of us, not our secret strength. Maybe you and I each have a thorn caught between two ribs, all the way into our hearts, maybe.

Maybe it pierces all the way through us, and stakes us to the uncrossable wall to the past. Hearts stapled to brick. 

You instant friend, ally, mutual admirer. Mostly still a stranger, and yet, I recognize you.

That Psychic who cornered us got me thinking.  When she treated us to her Astro-Logician, Cosmographer insights - for a long time - a looong time (That girl could talk)… Was it your will or hers that kept us by that coffee shop? Why did we stand there, staked through our feet to the sidewalk this time, while she peered into your soul and guessed the lyrics to your "I Want" song?

Whether she peered into me, and read my song, I cannot say. I refused to say a word. Maybe she sensed I couldn't stand it. Maybe she was absolutely, ludicrously full of shit. Or maybe, when you confessed your secret Moscow, you gave yourself away, and she only saw as much as I did. You gorgeous, brilliant, magical thing…throwing away time on sighs and backward glances.

Maybe I didn't even need to speak for her to see the same in me.

Let's escape, Sasquatch. As the memes say, there is still time, and we are not too old.

Meet me anywhere but Moscow. Let's long for where we are. Let's let joy pin us to this spot.

Your fellow dreamer,
Dog