Thursday, September 10, 2009


I gave myself to it, like I was a debt owed. I relinquished myself and all of my weight. The exchange was decisive but gentle. It happened with the smoothness and precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. I flowed out of it like hot blood. Nobody demanded reasons from me. Nobody questioned. It was self-apparent. All was repaid. I left.

I left on my own two feet. I’d never done that before. I’d always been a casualty. There were doors open, and nothing left for me there. No good reason to stay, but lots of good reasons to feel bad about leaving. I just walked out, off to my new destination.

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