Sunday, August 21
THE WORD I couldn't tell you now what possessed me to shut summer out and stay in my room. Or at least attempt to. In bed mostly. It's my dad, standing in the door frame not entering---but pausing to shape advice that keeps coming back. "Whatever is matter, must enjoy the life." He pronounced this twice. And me, I heard wrongness in putting a the before life. In two minds. Ashamed. Aware. That I knew better, though was stuck inside while the sun was out. That I'm native here. In a halfway house. Like that sticking word. That definite article, half right, half wrong, still present between enjoy and life. (Zaffar Kunial)