This weekend was a little nutty, and I got a little crazy, and along the way I got a note from the post office saying they had a box for me. But the return address listed on the note was wrong, and I got all in a tizzy wondering who it was from, but then I remembered my friend Siege had said he was going to send me something, so I emailed him and asked him if it was from him, and he said yes, it was him, he had.
Today, I went to the post office, and there was a big wait, and me and this other guy got all in a state because no one would come and open the door that stood between us and our boxes. We rang the doorbell several times. We complained. There was no answer. Finally, someone came to the door, and opened it, and the other guy got whatever he got, and then it was my turn. I handed over my slip and my ID, the latter of which was rejected, and for a long time the man in the post office disappeared, rummaging through all the boxes for all the other people.
I stared at the floor and thought of other things. When I looked up again, the man had returned, and I peeked over the door, and there was a giant box next to him. I laughed. I said is that for me? He said yes. I considered I hadn't gotten a box that big before in my life. Do you know what's in it? he asked. I said I did. It's a photograph, I said. It's a big photograph.
So the man handed me my giant box, which I carried down the street (it took two hands), and I put it in the back seat. I wondered the whole way home what photograph was in it. Was it a porn star? Or a penis? Or something else altogether?
I got home. Now, the box and I were alone. I got a big knife from the kitchen, and I cut open the box, and I put my hand on what was in it. It was a photograph, the one you see here, and here.
It's the meat girl.
It's really beautiful. I love it. She's on my mantle.
Thank you so much, Siege.
Sometimes the things you need the most come when you most need them.
