perhaps. i mourn for its family, though, even if they didn't line up beside my bed to bear silent witness. i'm sure they noticed. if they didn't, or can't, i would admittedly feel even worse. i fought a strong urge to go back and paint my cheeks with its blood, or pin it to my sleeve, or to the door of someone i'm likely playing slug to. also disrespectful, also ego. more war. i kept wishing it had squashed me instead, so i wouldn't have to feel so freaking introverted. i'm really glad it happened with you, though. i couldn't have made it through the evening without your champagne laughter and your bike-bell orchestrations. . . amen for autism.
Comments 2
Reply
i fought a strong urge to go back and paint my cheeks with its blood, or pin it to my sleeve, or to the door of someone i'm likely playing slug to. also disrespectful, also ego. more war. i kept wishing it had squashed me instead, so i wouldn't have to feel so freaking introverted.
i'm really glad it happened with you, though. i couldn't have made it through the evening without your champagne laughter and your bike-bell orchestrations. . . amen for autism.
Reply
Leave a comment