If Mom died, the sun would go out. Period.
She looks like she’s holding in a dictionary of bad words or a nuclear war.
We walk and walk through the gray ashy dusk and the forest starts to fall asleep: The trees lie down side by side by side, the creek halts, the plants sink back into the earth, the animals switch places with their shadows, and then, so do we.
I believe in nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of the imagination. – JOHN KEATS.
We’re under a streetlamp and I’m trying not to stare but it’s hard. I wish the world would stick like a clock so I could look at him for as long as I want. There’ something going on in his face right now, something very bright trying to get out – a dam keeping back a wall of light. His soul might the a sun. I’ve never met anyone who had the sun for a soul.
We exhale together, then inhale together, exhale, inhale, in and out, out and in, until not even the trees remember what happened in the woods yesterday, until Mom’s and Dad’s voices turn from mad to music, until we’re not only one age, but one complete and whole person.
There’s a sob building inside me so immense and powerful it’s going to break all my bird bones. It’s Judemageddon.
I look up at the shining silvery coin of a moon rolling around in the sky and think I might be seeing the miracles.
The blindness lasts just a second, then the colors start flooding into me: not through my eyes but right through my skin, replacing blood and bone, muscle and sinew, until I am redorangebluegreenpurpleyellowredorangebluegreenpurpleyellow.
He leans against the doorframe. Some guys are born to lean. He’s definitely one of them. James Dean was another.
Because who knows? Who knows anything? Who knows who’s pulling the strings? Or what is? Or how? Who knows if destiny is just how you tell yourself the story of your life?
I don’t want to imagine meadows, I want to run through them.
But what if I don’t need her permission, her approval, her praise to be who I want to be and do what I love? What if I’m in charge of my own damn light switch?
What happened between us has colonized every last brain cell. I can barely tie my shoelaces. I forgot how to chew this morning.
I think about those two guys in the sky causing shipwrecks, causing things to burst into flame...
In photographs of us together, she is always looking at the camera, and I am always looking at her.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. – RUMI.
If one twin is cut, the other will bleed.
If a boy gives a girl an orange her love for him will multiply.
In every set of twins, there is one angel, one devil.