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An open vein
Jan. 31st, 2006 12:39 amA Taste for Guilt
Fingers pleating a linen blanket, smoothing it out, pleating it again. A taste
for guilt. Intermittent grief. Intermittent surprise at the absence of grief.
A resolution to avoid four-letter verbs: Love. Want. Feel. Wait. Stop. Hide. Tell.
Bolt. Don't.
Fear of sudden movements. A desire to embrace hedonism. A reluctance to
touch and avoidance of the night sky. A reverence for stillness.
A varnished knowledge of culpability. An open vein of melody in the shower,
and, in another room, the sound of water dripping on metal.
-Joanne Merriam, from "The Glaze From Breaking"
Fingers pleating a linen blanket, smoothing it out, pleating it again. A taste
for guilt. Intermittent grief. Intermittent surprise at the absence of grief.
A resolution to avoid four-letter verbs: Love. Want. Feel. Wait. Stop. Hide. Tell.
Bolt. Don't.
Fear of sudden movements. A desire to embrace hedonism. A reluctance to
touch and avoidance of the night sky. A reverence for stillness.
A varnished knowledge of culpability. An open vein of melody in the shower,
and, in another room, the sound of water dripping on metal.
-Joanne Merriam, from "The Glaze From Breaking"
