The two girls with sensible shoes
approached me with dated complements,
so I slid down the park bench
for Sister K and Sister N.
“I don’t believe in anything anymore.”
They deciphered my words,
as I studied their actions:
the way Sister K sat like a pillar
and Sister N stared at the visage of her partner.

Sister K pulled a book from her bag
then gave a preamble
that was about as long as 15 minutes of coming attractions at the cinema.
Surely nothing could live up to this, I thought, glancing
at Sister N, whose eyes remained transfixed, her lips parting.
Sister K’s voice was steady, finger wedged between the hidden pages.
I understood they thought
to give me something precious.
so I received it as such.

They showed me the painting
of their prophet in the woods watching
as one god-man pointed to another,
the way Sister N’s eyes pointed to Sister K,
and I sat basking
in her projected glory.





This is Water

solitude is water | kinship the meal



Inspiration: “Silence is a true friend who never betrays.”

“This is Water” is from a speech by David Foster Wallace:

There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, “Morning, boys, how’s the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, “What the hell is water?”

Source: metastatic.org