Tuesday, May 5, 2015
I CRADLED THEM ALL IN THE PALM OF MY HAND
I cradled them all in the palm of my hand. All the women and men and animals and houses and tress and records and meals I had loved in my life. I petted them gently with my finger and kept repeating to myself, "remember they are there. Don't get absent minded and forget they are there and crush them or drop them down a storm drain." I didn't have to carry them far, only to the shops to buy some milk and back. But I still didn't quite feel up to it.