A Contortionist’s Love Story


e once had bodies. They were long limbed and thick boned, weak muscled and thin skinned. We’d lay in bed together at night and trace the lines on one another’s backs, straight up the spine and back around again. We were whole. Complete. Two separate people who walked to work in the morning and walked back home at night. Snow in our hair, red flush on our cheeks.

We had bodies.

I changed before you. My leg stretched higher on the bathroom counter, my chest pressing forward, my arms in the air, reaching toward the stars. I always had small ribs, a small chest. Everything folded easily as I watched myself in the mirror. Hard water stains left spots on my reflection, but I ignored them.

This was more important now.

Days later you caught me, laid out on my stomach, hands around my ankles, willing them forward, scratching at the skin to pull and stretch. A backward butterfly struggling on the ground. Instead of saying anything, you laid out next to me. Echoed my moves, composing the same pose. Maybe you had always known how to do it. I don’t know that for sure.

Now I’ll never know.


e moved in succinct poses together in every room of our apartment. I reached over you, bent at the waist, scratching the counter for clean spoons and you laid your arm atop me, struggling to hold the pose. I admired our view in the reflection of the kitchen window as we became composed of one another. Rain stained the glass, turned from snow before it hit the ground. You smiled. You had always been just a bit bigger than I had, your ribs full and wide, but you moved the same way I did.

I ignored our differences at first and kept going.

We walked to work. We walked home. Our bones thinned out and our limbs got longer until one day I was taller than you and could see the red roots growing out of your dyed dark hair. I touched my finger to your scalp and you said nothing. Leaned up and kissed my cheek, pulling your leg behind your back and up toward the gray clouded sky. A part of you melted into me. I folded into you.

We went home a little less than complete.


told them all it was an accident. I didn’t expect it to happen that way. We didn’t know what we were doing. I asked and you agreed. You told me as I laid out on the kitchen ground, staring up at the paper stars we hung. They were snow colored, grayed out. I reached up with my arms and I could touch the very edges of them.

You were red-eyed, staring at me over the small space between us.

We laid out the way we once laid in bed when we could still fit under its sheets. I counted straight up your spine, following it with my fingers but the trail was longer than I remembered. Time stretched out, losing itself inside of us. The longer we stayed, the less we had. Our bones melted, our skin cracked. I wrapped my hand around the first stain of blood at your ankle. We had gone too far, but you didn’t tell me to stop.

It was the only thing we knew how to do.

We folded into one another again and again. A  struggle of hips and thighs and overextended waists. My ribs went first, your cheeks sunk last. We kept pulling without stopping, seeing red behind our eyelids. We countered pain with reflection. Folded into one another’s poses, we became an echo of each other’s parts.

We had bodies once. A pair of them. But now we were complete.

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  1. Emily

     /  March 30, 2011

    Melissa, this is fantastic. You are utterly amazing.

  2. carol

     /  March 30, 2011

    gasp :o i’m slightly aroused

  3. Emily: Thank you! that means so much to me!

    Carol: Oops. Wait. Oh well! ;D!

  4. Cindi

     /  March 30, 2011

    Wow, I get to read the talents you possess. Well done.

  5. So vivid and beautiful. You’re a rock star.

  6. I kept looking all day for this post, I’m glad I did, good images, good pace, I enjoyed every word :)

  7. I looked all day for this post, so glad I did, great images, great feel, great pace. Awesome.

  8. Holy crap, Melissa… you are brilliant! I’m proud to be friends with someone who writes as well as you do ;-)

    Now finish Stereoport and publish that!

  9. Cindi: The fact you came out to read it means everything, thanks!

    Angie, Frosty & Shannon: Thanks! :D You guys make me blush with your support!

  10. Very good work, Melissa! :) Such poetic and dense decriptions and the slightly scary and oddly romantic ending. Saying a lot with few words!

    I’m sorry I missed your tweets or blog posts about this publication. I’ll RT it tomorrow. :)


  11. Creepy. Freaky. Delicious. Loved it, Melissa!

  12. What a fantastic imagination you have! This piece is wonderful Melissa, and the ending is perfect.

  13. You truly put together a number of wonderful items inside ur blog post, “A Contortionists Love Story Dr.
    Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure”. I am going to wind up returning to your web page in the near future. Thx ,Young

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