"WHAT WILL YOU DO, HERMIT CRAB? WILL YOU PULL DOWN THE STARS? WILL YOU SMASH THE MOUNTAINS LIKE SHY COCONUTS TO FIND THEIR SECRETS? ... WHO ARE YOU TO DEMAND REASONS?"

"WHO ARE YOU?"  -T.P.

I feel like I should re-learn to write/think/feel something else.  Or else bury it to put it to rest, deeply in the soil of my words.  Allow the 27 to fade/sprout/pale into 28...

For to beget flowers, perhaps?  For to forget the unmemory of it all, and to pretend once more?

Or if not in pretending, then as an unwilling witness, remembering again what it feels like to see.  To see something other than that thing - that thing she can't not see.

-L (12/10/12)