Apr 6, 2010

to leave

to unsettle from place is fearful: fear eats the soul; they say face your fears, but isn’t place a barrier between us and our fears; a comforting worn thing set as a wall; for who really faces fears; except maybe the emigrant; moving away but the death in facing back, like lot’s wife and her salt, or orpheus looking back — and i feel shame, like salt, and i feel evaporated … all those nice things i have come to like, to feel, i will have to give up so i can touch my belly again;

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