September 22, 2010

How are you? she asked.

It all seeped through the cracks then, as uncontrollable as mercury loosed, and I tried to bring it back in like breath. The last time such an escape happened, I nearly drowned in all the liquid, struggling for air, blinded by salt. The last time, I required rescue.

This time, I forced the retreat, dammed it back behind my fissured heart.

I’m doing OK, I said. This day, there was no time for floods.

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