Wednesday, June 18, 2014

mem card: "no half-water": 17 June

There is no original water. There is no half-water or full, adopted or step-water. Why water sticks to rock. Why rock sits still, amid its burgeoning. She posts a photograph of her mother's hands, folded over her lap. A wheelchair. I know you're important to me, but I can't recall your name. How we gravitate to the predicate, its tragic forgetting. But the subject of the sentence is knowing. I know that, my daughter says. Her shoulder blades are butterfly wings; they fold. The side that folds loses. Put a coin in the slot; it becomes a verb. The predicate is all adrenaline.

                                                                        --17 June 2014

"no original": Dogen

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