once, i opened a torn blue notebook, with the intent of showing you your own invisibility. but after fifteen minutes of fervent moment-collecting, i crumpled, and my hand cramped with bladelike inadequacy.
there is a nun, a catholic, somewhere close by, apologizing for her own inferiority. she lights a candle in christ's name, and her love goes soaring; sailing. i was that woman; you were that god; that candle, the cellophane. and you, the nun in fervent prayer, watching men cry over orange juice. after months, as these pages nestle untouched amongst homework and orders for cokes, i understand god, now. it's the same as the nun and the witness: despairing for whatever is not, we invent these little lights. clear, and light motion. am i there with you, yet? bronnie _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
