What
are you crying about
as if she didnt know
she accused him of crying
while
she raved terribly scot free in the wide space of her rage and depression where
no one who was very close to her didnt incur her wrath
if she didnt know you you enjoyed her expressive congeniality and warmth
his tears irritated her
he wept seldom
he was able to
stuffcompartmentalise his emotions
particularly when he knew she would attack him if he didnt
somehow he was supposed to be impervious inured to her rage because he
was closest to her
he was her
husband
many years later
What are you crying about
unasked unpronounced perhaps unthought
he wept as he held herhis ear to
her chest
he could hear her lungs strugglewheeze
her heart stampedBEAT flooding her lungs
with blood to suck up whatever oxygen it could to keep her bodyher from
starving
she was not his wifethough he loved her every bit as much
his wife died fifteen years
earlier
it was her voice he heard this morningthis
unlit morning as he wept again
powerless
again
he wept
because there was nothing else he could
do
if it could be personifiedan attacker he would gladly fight it to the death
she endured its brutal attack
her body against her besieging her
all his physicalityhis brute strength
was useless against her genetics
it patted him on the head like a
good dog telling him to Sit
Sit
he wanted to explode
he wanted
the impossible chance to dance with it
kill it ugly
it sneered at him
laughed
laughed
at his feeblenesshis frustration
his
keen despair
it knew it was
untouchable
it relished that there wasnt a damn
thing he could do
except suffer
suffer in a way
similar to her
he didnt imagine hed ever be this helplessness again
What are you crying about
0811, Saturday,
16 9. 17
1100, Day-between-Two-Ts, 20 9.
17
Max Roach Driva Man
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpTKLan7Mm4
Max Roach Triptych
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKgaAx6TiwA
