Nina Simone - The Blues - Do I Move You?
[ Blithe ]
Page after page, lick the finger to get a grip in anticipation, but your still on the left page, doesn’t matter because you’ll be flipping through the right page soon enough. Caution contents within may cause harm in ways unanticipated. There is a difference in hugs, just like handshakes, just like hellos and goodbyes, just like there is a difference in kisses, and laughter or tears. When he can’t cry, or feels like he needs one but can’t get it out he’ll invite company over and make sure that when everyone is around the chopping block chatting away about this and that, sipping on whatever it is they chose to bring, or talking about whatever will get them to a real conversation after settling in, or awkwardly trying to find a place in the room where no one can tell that the day was rough enough to not really want to be there often times resulting in wanting to lend a helping hand because if you’re busy cooking or cleaning the conversations have to come to you and those words usually come with a little bit of investment or they don’t come at all, either way it allows for some solitude. It is then the he begins to chop the onion. Yellow. First in half, then in quarters. After quartered begins the pealing of the translucent and fragile red-ish-orange-ish-brown-ish skin. It flakes and sticks to the fingers and cutting board. And slowly the eyes begin to water. It isn’t til the quarters become more finely chopped that the air is now filled with the tear inducing particles that the make their way onto the lids, the edges of the lids and onto the surface of the eyeball. Tear one fills beyond capacity but doesn’t make it down right away because of that thing that happens with liquid, that we learned in Mr. Panacucci’s 7th grade science class, where it just kind of sticks to the surface until it can no longer do so. once it breaches the flood gates are open. The onlookers offer to help, some chuckle, others begin to rub their eyes as well, some make it out of the room, some sniffle and he jests about actually crying. A safe place, in fact, to cry, a nice disguise. Maybe a few drops make their way into the recipe, not deliberately of course. Like water for chocolate helps things make sense. A clean slate helps things make sense. Looking up the definition to words when you don’t know them, haven’t heard of them, or never used them correctly sometimes, sometimes, helps things make sense. And sometime doing shit just because helps things make sense. Feel more and feel less. Think more and think less.