Benvolio Fascination

Karen Cole Peralta

I dreamed of a large gentleman who died to

save my life. He laid out a road so long and

too narrow - but it was paved entirely with

the bones of other people. I was gonna be a

firefighter and dive into the lake to lay fish

out such others from fire, but tomorrow as

today - I am far too small to be that way.

I have Benvolio. The guy is everywhere, telling

the villagers by getting between both groups

of weirdoes to stand down, always stand down.

Benvolio is adamantly opposed to your gravity.

He was a minor in Romeo and Juliet - and simply

told them he’d rather with swords be run thru

than see it done to me and you. They named a

freeway after him. But when it comes to sleep,

I feel I can no longer play that sort of game.

I only receded to be scratched and nicked.

Signed, Mercutio. Death was my only shtick.