Lacking Pynchon’s Rainbow

by J.R.

On April 19^th, 2004: I thought you had the greenest eyes and your skin battened so vibrantly all around them.

On July 3^rd, 2006: You had slimmed and that was miraculous and I wanted you more. I remembered all the fat you used to show, how your shirts used to slide up around your jeans—“So now you want me to pull it all off?” That’s what I heard you saying to me, and it worked.

On March 10^th, 2009: I just could not be sure anymore, were you still there? How do I erase you—I never had a big stomach and it should have been the size of Pynchon’s rainbow.