Some things in life are difficult.
Do you ever experience giddiness?
Refraining from using Who here,
What turns you on? Do you travel?
When do you experience a heightened
sense of guilt? Not ever? Are your
eggs bland? Here, have some salt
and pepper. Now are they better?
Your exam results in a frowny-face.
How do you feel? With whom do you
discuss this? With any depth? I think
about those underwater cliffs. They
often light up on the silver screen of
my mind’s eye. What cinema!
Yes, I remember how dark it was
down there, but on that imaginary
screen.... Those vivid, sheer bluffs.
Remember falling? As we fell
together I remember feeling so
high that I felt like crawling out
of my skin. But then I looked
over at you. I know it was dark.
Too dark to see. But I look over,
and you are so dapper in your
semi-dry. Our breath is in
sync. Inhaling and exhaling
together as we fall. . . . It’d be
years before we ever reached the
bottom. That’s when I blacked
out. No more silver screen. No
more light from darkness. The
climb up took but a week. I’m
never sure why I left you there.
Was your leg broken? Were we
playing hide and seek? I rose
from the shore a hero. But I
know what I am. I lie awake
most every night thinking of
falling, the memory of it, its
brightness, and the everlasting
solitude of celebrity. No more di
ving. Surely we can agree on that?
