He sits in your downstream and, despite a list of jobs sitting in his back pocket, he sits and as you talk at him in his second or maybe third language he shouts back his still focus on your dignity rather than your tears while the weight of his hand on your shoulder and the intensity of his eyes on your face ensures he doesn't miss one sob.
close like next to me emotionally touching I love you close like a door slammed on an argument a last word finishing a relationship ending a meeting how funny the English language so much room for misinterpretation so much scope for joy or crashing disappointment
watch them dance. see the way the blood trails behind? vivid footprints, declarations of madness, a history lain in red paint and black ink a story, seeping from an open palm to pool with indifference across the college-ruled stage. watch them dance. the impacts, do you feel them? those collisions of thought and language wherein reason is sought through brutal force, berating the ears as they skate and sprint across the plastic tiled minefield of truth and bludgeoned metaphor. watch them dance.
"Sanskrit has 96 words for love; ancient Persian has 80, Greek three, and English only one. This is indicative of the poverty of awareness or emphasis that we give to that tremendously important realm of feeling. Eskimos have 30 words for snow, because it is a life-and-death matter to them to have exact information about the element they live with so intimately. If we had a vocabulary of 30 words for love ... we would immediately be richer and more intelligent in this human element so close to our heart. An Eskimo probably would die of clumsiness if he had only one word for snow; we are close to dying of loneliness because we have only one word for love. Of all the Western languages, English may be the most lacking when it comes to feeling." - Robert Johnson, "The Fisher King and the Handless Maiden"
I wish I had 96 words to describe how much I love this