A light hollowness under a light rain. Two rainbows fully arch above Lake Superior. Seagulls round and round like a carousel or a mobile? Perhaps a nap?
Archive for May, 2009
How does one know they are still “in love” with someone? This being different than simply “loving” that person. “In love” requires action, a movement, wandering, wondering. And is it as obvious as life against the backdrop of concrete lines? And the role of the “rational” and “emotional”. The erratic back and forth of a metal detector with a vague map. A peculiar science indeed.
One day she woke to find the sea at her feet. Wet socks. Good evening and starfish in the shoes. She went without meal and outside found all of the surrounding landscape to be that of swaying kelp and algal blooms. Small bubbles burbled to the surface from the submerged auto. Seagulls pecked at a bloated horse.
At her feet, she found frayed rope and tin cans. As the sun set, she could only think of her dry mouth. So much of it made sense to her and she even felt almost comfortable with the vagaries.
Someday would be a sunny hillside, chilled blueberries and wine, and a portable crank record player that only played 45’s. While we’re at it let’s throw in the checkered sheet and the girl too. For now, it’s crossfire.
Does the heart allow itself to be eaten by the shark? Because then the shark would have a heart… and is taking a heart the same as having one in the first place? And if the shark has consumed the heart, does the vision of the shark count as guidance for the heart? And where does that leave one’s self? I don’t know.
In any case, it would be warm and dark inside the shark.