The silence says it all, the duck and cover, the tucking
myself out of sight.
GA, the Hometown blogger, told me yesterday that she heard
more bad things about our poet.
In particularly, her sleeping habits.
“She’ll sleep with anybody,” GA said, a statement that made
me feel a lot less special than I assumed I was, although from some things in
the poems suggested as much, as did that one stinging memory of the night she
picked up a rapper at a local bar in order to engage in “working things out.” Sex.
GA’s statement, however, comes from talk around town that
has nothing to do with me, or even our office.
If GA is hearing such tales, perhaps our Poet has heard as
much, and whether true or not, it has to be adding to her burden.
Her most recent poem talks about redemption – although it is
impossible to tell who it is she is making that statement to, and whether the
poem was some kind of manipulation. I’m not certain even she knows whether it
is or not.
Taking down her Facebook content is significant because is
cut ties with people closest to her, which may be the point, since she referred
to someone betraying her.
Again, I’m struck by that photo of her with a stuffed
animal, and a copy of her former newspaper, suggesting that I may be in the mix
somehow, although I can’t imagine how. It certainly adds to the perception of
significant change, especially coming at the end of the year.
Yet because it takes two weeks to two months for a Facebook
page to end, she likely took down the contents of the page piece by piece, and
suggests this is something planned for several weeks.
It takes two weeks for a page to be cut off from search
engines, and since the search engines no longer pick up her page, she must have
started this at some point in mid-December, ties to some event I’m not aware
of. But the timing seems to correspond to when she posted that picture with the
paper and the stuffed animal (possibly as late as Christmas).
Her art page still had search engine traces as of two days
ago
She has not removed content from her regular pages – Blogger
or Word Press – although there has not been any new activity on them for more
than a week, the last of which appeared on her Yelp account as a food review.
Yet as much as a surprise as all this was to me, apparently
she had alerted at least one Facebook friend, someone she intended to go see in
Lyndhurst.
Perhaps our poet has embarked on a new career, or found a
new love, or gone back into the food industry that she abandoned prior to her
coming to work at our office in the fall of 2011.
Or perhaps, shutting down the Facebook page signified the
end of another chapter in her life, a dramatic and symbolic act designed to
show how she intended to start over again, with the hope of redemption.
She clearly can’t remain where she is doing what she’s doing
now.
As far as who she sleeps with or how many, it’s not my
concern (except perhaps giving me twinges of jealousy for not being among the select
crowd.).
Life is what it is, and if that’s how she finds joy, so be
it.
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