quietly continuing its languid flow - I’m checking
expressionless terms - suddenly all hell breaks
loose, colleague’s voice rising in cadences, I’m
trying to find my IPod, unplug the earphones to
find Chopin playing on computer adding to the
rumpus, plug lost in growing confusion and a
hot flush of frustration makes matters worse
Finally, plug located & La Cumparsita calms my
nerves - but after this fracas my concentration -
always on the brink of extinction, is lost, a new
me in a different universe: Will she continue with
the grey translation or go Internet-surfing to find
Seth explaining a self is infinite, extent limitless,
as yet she’s typing notes on what just happened
so I can’t tell what she’ll do next, but she’s very
Compliant, quiet and self-reliant, I think she will
continue where I broke off, live the life I have to
flee being me…
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