Saturday, October 9
REFLEXIVE The teacher told me my heart was roughly the size of my fist and I saw my hand clench around the new knowledge as if with an infant instinct again, simian vestige, palm and fingers gripping phantom fur midair between two trees. It's natural the visible endure as measure of the hidden, but to this day it sways in me not only sense of scale but purpose, for what is the heart if not called from the start to close over, to cling to, to hang on, to hold itself to this day, this day, this day, this day, this day, this day, this day, this day, this day (Dora Malech)