Thursday April 5, 2018
She warned me, “Have nothing to lose,” and I listened. I took it to heart, just like moss, and cumin, and the colour yellow.
So I keep it brief, I keep it light, I keep it safe. I keep files alphabetized, and sheets folded, and generally I keep to myself.
She warned me that if I loved something enough, it’d be sure to leave, just like she did. It was one of the last things she said and usually, if I’m pouring a glass or water, or weeding in the garden that’s the line I hear. Some people think about lyrics or poetry or have conversations with imaginary friends. Not me.