ABSTRACT 3
One beat-up old pest, the likes of which
not before shorn of all heart and matter
kept itself between I and thou, was all I
had to show for living. Now that was that.
-
This end had been achieved and,
with little to show for it, I shambled
on. Egregiously wilful, shamed and
hurt together. 'Let us go skimming,'
I uttered to no one in particular 'let
us take off from here, and speed through
the remnants of what life is left : before
us, behind us and with us right here.'
-
My left hand was on the wheel.
My other hand, just beneath your
heart, was ready to rip it - in one
motion - out from your chest.
One beat-up old pest, the likes of which
not before shorn of all heart and matter
kept itself between I and thou, was all I
had to show for living. Now that was that.
-
This end had been achieved and,
with little to show for it, I shambled
on. Egregiously wilful, shamed and
hurt together. 'Let us go skimming,'
I uttered to no one in particular 'let
us take off from here, and speed through
the remnants of what life is left : before
us, behind us and with us right here.'
-
My left hand was on the wheel.
My other hand, just beneath your
heart, was ready to rip it - in one
motion - out from your chest.
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