mem card: "swallowed" : 25 june

The whole sky and whole earth are swallowed. I don't want to be swallowed, but I want my absence known. When he came to shake hands, we pulled back, put lines between us and his eyes. I'd feel swallowed; what stoppered me but a cork. Her family'd come from Cork. Looked in the phone book, saw her name multiply; every woman on the street wore her narrow face. Photos of mixed families do not include ours. Oh, she's the one with the haole parents, someone says. He's only afraid of white people, one girl tells another about her baby brother. I'm so glad I'm not, she adds, her audience the white girl who asked. She hesitated, but kissed my cheek. The crime is in the mouth, its particular wound to skin. I hear both of you in her.

                                                                      --25 June 2014

Note:
"The whole sky": Dogen