Kiss the one next to you
4 July 2010 § Leave a comment
Have you ever had to stop reading because something was too beautiful? Stop, and rub your eyes. Because there is too much beauty. You reread and can’t quite find it in the words, but it’s there. The words hold it, but there are so many, and you feel stupid because your head can’t hold it all at once. The music is there, and you wonder if it’s the music and the poem and the inscription that somehow make a critical mass. That causes your head to hurt because it just cannot contain it.
You want to kiss the one next to you. And she wants to kiss you.
And Anne Sexton killed herself. Rowing to God. Over Sam Beam’s creek. That drank the cradle. And Kafka let himself starve when the pain of eating was too great. After taking the axe to the frozen sea within us.
Kiss the one you’re next to. When your head hurts. Kiss the one next to you.