One thing, I think, is that I take every thing, every memory, every feeling of my current life past And I just keep adding and carrying the weight of it with me, because that is so much easier, albeit slower, to carry everything and set it down where ever I settle down, Than to go …
squeak…squeak…bits of wood like sawdust loosen with each counter clockwise turn an agonizing dismantling, not of this table but its past, my past, a dad built past so long past now, the wood dowels have shrunk and been re-glued several times, the holes in the mid-century modern plexiglass top re-drilled several times, so much sawdust, …
one of the nicest things someone could say to you is “I often wondered, what became of you” and to say that after a lifetime gap of 55 years. after all we have spawned, rooted, and accomplished, that we get to lay down these delicate bones in each darkness and rise again with a new …
