I cannot write with clarity right now. No, clarity has left town for a while. She’s visiting somewhere far away from here, someone’s who’s in a position far from mine.
But I can write about the simple things. Standing on the radiator to warm your feet up at night. Drinking Coca-Cola and smoking cigarettes. Standing in your room and thinking “I just might clean tomorrow.” Wearing a shirt that says “Support Indy Wrestling” and saying “I can still do that.” Making a joke out of a ten page paper. Changing into pajamas because you aren’t completely beat.
These are the only things I know about right now. And I’ll hold on to them. I’ll hold them longer than anger or resentment. Longer than lies or the secrets I’ve created.
I’ll stand on the radiator and warm my toes and pray. You can join me.
