When I go to that place, the place of the tired, there are no Sundays. No river runs through it. Instead, a falling that feels perilous, that I resist, before the naps I would take daily if I could. I drop down until I am flat on my back on the other side of the universe, another planet even. Today, at least, I'm not resisting; it's easier this way.
About Me
- Naomi S
- A few things I know for sure. That revolving doors make me nervous. That, sometimes, it takes courage to do the simplest things. That the moment in a theatre before the stage lights come on is exquisite. That poetry is often "one short step to the good ground (May Swenson)." That I love swimming anywhere but especially in swimming pools.
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