Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Christmas 1974

I am no longer in heaven and not quite on Earth this year. I am in between, folded amongst the warm flesh of my mother. I have fingers and toes, a straight spine, a mind growing exponentially each day. My eyes are closed, unable to see anything but black even when they are open. I’m heavy too. Fat pushes at my skin, insulates me from the noises. I can’t recognize them as happy or sad. Just muffled. Life is close. I flip excitedly knowing that the day will soon come that I can present myself and see those two joyous faces again.

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