The eye chews the apple, sends the brain an image of the un-apple. Which is similar to the way I throw my voice like a Frisbee, like salt over a shoulder, a birthday party where someone’s brother is grilling hot dogs, a little speed in his blood, some red balloons. The eye is the most deceptive organ in the body. Followed closely by the hand, which refuses to accept that touch comes down to the repulsion of electrons, so that when I hold the hand of the person I love, mostly I am pushing him away. Which has something to do with the striking resemblance between a bag of individually wrapped candies and the human heart. The sticky glass of their shattering. How love can crack like a tooth kissing a sidewalk, the way right now someone’s car leapfrogs a sidewalk, her body making love to the windshield and becoming the windshield. And still the fireflies glow with their particular sorrow. The police tape separating the mind from everything that is not the mind proves imaginary. My eyes find the face of the person I love and pull out their fork and knife. Copyright © 2016 Ruth Madievsky. Used with permission of the author. |
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