this is not about getting it right, figuring things out, or hitting a bull's-eye. this is not about an obsession with word choice or an exacting eye on grammatical correctness. this is not about pulling out all the stops with tricky literary devices. this is about looking at life one paragraph at time.
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© by Maya Stein
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© by Maya Stein
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Sunday, January 22, 2006
Other Lies I've Told Myself
I've said "I'm not afraid" and "I'll be here" and "Trust me."
I've said "You're pretty" and "I'm hungry" and "I'm yours."
I've said "Nothing is more important than this."
I've said "Believe me."
I've made my bed look like
an invitation, a beautiful distraction,
an irreverent sort of prayer.
I've said "This is the real thing."
I've said "Come here."
I've said "Don't go."
I've let him feed me strawberries, licked his forefinger clean.
I've said "You're crazy."
I've said "You're good."
I've said "I'll see you tomorrow."
And then afterwards, the sun gone done, the day over,
and something inside eviscerated, torn from the meat of itself,
I've looked at crawl spaces, imagined my body folded, tucked away,
out of sight and incalculably small, and said to myself
"No one will notice if I disappear."
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5 comments:
i identified deeply with this list... all the strength and passion of these proclamations and then the inelegant contradiction of our self. i love the reallness, the spontanaity of this piece. i'll notice if you disappear.
This is sincerely beautiful. I often wonder if I can make myself disappear.
Beautiful. I love the ending so whole heartedly. I've done the same, but have yet to ever put it so elegantly.
"torn from the meat of itself". ouch! your words are so powerful. nuff said...
oh, except, thank you.
The void would be large and noticeable if you disappeared.
You speak the songs of the heart that move me...
no emotion is bad, though sometimes painful.
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