kites and pins

It's like a pinprick so tiny that my balloon isn't bursting but the air's leaking out slowly so slowly like a kite's tail drooping as the wind dies down. When I opened this door I thought (I don't know what I thought) there would be light and warm dusk (I don't know what I thought but it wasn't this) yet now I'm feeling this tiny pinprick and it's multiplying all over my body. A bacterium will divide and divide and divide and divide given enough nourishment, and all the food that these insidious agonies need is the grain farmed in the wretched fields of your hatred. It's like a kite falling from the sky - when it was up there it was white with the incandescent sunlight - but it's falling, the sky has been pinpricked and all the sunshine is slowly slowly slowly leaking out. Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 12:22 PM PST   0 • 10