When the People We Know Become the People We Don't

I have spent long stretches of time considering life within an envelope,
though I have not made it past the touch of your tongue or the orange
stamp postmarked with the name of a country farther away than a telescope's
reach or a receiver's click. At times, the stars feel near enough to singe

my idle thoughts. But when the mind flutters from itself, even the eyelash
cannot hide what happens beneath the surface of ice, the unstrung wire
drifting below the hole augured into it. And above the frozen surface, in the mustache
and beard of the fisherman, the ice will not melt because the human body is no fire

all to itself. In stepping back from what you said, there was no underhanded
intention or desire to complicate what should not be. After all, to render
the mind helpless is to render the body into beauty. To embrace the ampersand
would be to shorten what's being said, dissolving what it means to be tender

in a world where emotion is no longer needed. In what we call photogenic,
we find no beauty. The sky is not made perfect by comparing it to a pomegranate.


- Adam Clay (from Jet Fuel Review)

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