Saturday, July 7, 2012

The Swallowing of Ourselves

Wake up, she whispers.

Wake up! she insists.

I screw my eyes shut all the tighter—I don't want to let this instant slide by—it's too precious, too perfect, too savoury—I can't let it go - won't. This is too worth protecting, too worth denying. I will not apologize for this, I will fight and combat and do everything I can to delay this inevitable closure, this swallowing of ourselves.

Open your eyes, she instructs me.

So I do.