god damn, he said, and right there, i knew what the devil looked like naked, why sweat was cold at night and warm the rest of the time. i looked down, all there was to do, i saw my two hands, saw a bird, and in my head i could hear how tiny it’s bones were, how soft the wings would be, but i stop myself : i’ll let the air have the birds, my body too heavy for flight, so i go with the flow, as they say, as if, we were out to sea, as if that was all this was.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I never know what to say.

kerrylily said...

anonymous, huh

Anonymous said...

not the first anonymous, but i really liked this.

rollerfink said...

very gordon