Lady, get your bikini on now! This is a voyeuristic tale of two people who know each other but no longer live together and watch each other from one window to the other. It is inspired by the book The Voyeur's Motel which tells the story of a man who bought a motel to spy on his guests.
A voyeur is motivated by expectation; he silently invests endless hours in the hope of seeing what he expects to see.
Gay Talese
Madam, get your bikini on!
After dispatching the girl (dispatching her, as if she were a box of fruit or an order of chicken breasts) I put on my red bow tie, the only garment I will wear this morning.
From the building across the street, the man stares at me as he sips coffee and swings his cap. It looks like a baseball game: catch my balls fast, right, left, play, sip.
I look back at him as I hold my breasts like two dragon eggs (my daughter says my boobs are two manifestations of the cow and I remember I fed her little as a baby, hopefully she’s not wrong with that) and the guy leaves.
He brings a giant bread roll and uses it as a peephole. He focuses me with his flour and guava candy artifact, licks the center, the edges and bites with his eyes open. He kisses like that too, I know him. He lived with me and he fucks fast, always in missionary, like a boy scout who learned to count without the numbers 4, 6 and 9.
From here you can see his hip rolls and incipient double chin. Sir, go on a diet! I would tell him if I still had him here. Maybe he would tell me: Madam, get your bikini on! Madam, close your legs and get out of my donut! That’s how it was, we were never good at listening to each other. We were always good at looking at each other and discovering ourselves without the truth beyond the window.
At home it was business as usual, falling into routine. To recognize in its denudes the passing of time. Closing the windows and drowning in so much humanity that falls by gravity, that transits and abandons the body. Fucking stopped being fun and we recovered everything in the voyeur’s experience, not knowing ourselves, seeing what we wanted to see.
