Monday, October 15, 2012

The Boy

(I don't know what this is; but it is here)

The boy is in Lilongwe now. At the exact place Evison (I don't know which Evison; but there once was an Evison. In this place. Same place. Of course, his breath, like the air he inhaled, is gone) sat and never sat again! They (those who have gone towards the way of all the earth) only sleep, face up, hands straight (no akimbo posturing there) all the time there- the religious call this stage the stage of waiting- waiting for a man the sleeping guys and guyesses will never see cut through the blueless sky in real time, but will only hear when he comes- as they see him, touch him, hug him, and, in awe, stare at those feet, and legs, and lips. The nails hurt no more.

(I don't know what this means; but it is here).