11/23/09 low follows
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11/13/09 I Don’t Want My Dreams To Die
Sometimes I see things. I looked down into the water and there was a woman, statuesque, on all fours. Half submerged with the tide, her head turned staring back at me, through me. Not through me like past me, but through me as in she was standing in front of me nudging her way through my eyelids and into my brain, sliding down my throat into the core of my body where she had begun to rummage about. Oily black fingers sifting through thoughts, memories – finding all the things I hide, objects to hold for future moments like these. A feeling came over me, suggesting I had wronged her in someway, perhaps in a past life. Our gazes were fixed for a short period when the waves washed over her. Her body disappearing, her head appearing, and then all of her completely invisible beneath the white draw of foam. She couldn’t breathe, submerged with each wash of tide. I felt guilty for this. I went from shock to fear, then came confusion, guilt, bewilderment, and eventually transfixion, beauty, yearning, wistfulness. It was because of me that she was down there. It was brazen of her to show up like this.
This entry was written by , posted on November 13, 2009 at 10:18 pm, filed under Landscape, Personal, Portrait and tagged Ocean, San Francisco, Sutro, woman. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink and follow any comments with the RSS feed for this post.
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