Let’s just be still with the prognosis that perhaps, beyond our beliefs, we’ll live again to go outside in another life. There seems to be a more practical surrender though. Too many possible wrongdoings becoming a crippling justification to do nothing. I’m feeling the anxiety of making any more noise at all. Though I’m not entirely sure if the sound is internal or external-if it’s coming from within me or from far away. There is a cavernous whistle that carries on as far or as close as the walls are built. But maybe that’s just what she’s been told. That noisy gust of a wing near her hair was not a low hanging palm leaf after all. The difference between in here and out there is that in here nothing moves unpredictably. Since discovering the crows outside can recognize her face, she is not so much mad as she is terrified. I hear the dry heat of someone in the phone asking if she’s mad. It’s so humid that even from down here in the garden I can see that the paper is damp.Ī young blind girl – a natural redhead – sits inside at the kitchen table with her head face down in her arms. Once you get up there it is actually $1000 for 3 hours. In red marker is written $5 massage for 30 mins. I look up at the second story of a two-tiered balcony on the exterior of the house and taped to the outside of the railing is a piece of computer paper. She believes everything and now she’s overdue with what she owes. None might be true, but the fantasy is sufficient.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |