I like the way the back of my neck melts, I like the surprise taste of salt. The opening of the hollow space beneath my throat, the stretching of the places between my ribs. Most of all I like the unexpected softening in bones that felt impossibly rigid, impossibly arid and neutral; I like to expand and breathe. Like a memory I thought I had lost. These moments I remember being Intrepid, these moments I do not wait and react, these moments I do not calcualate the cost of anything.
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Well, synchronicity. I was just writing, in my own vague way, about grief.
Catching up, your Mom's suddenly leap (descent?) into teen-like responses on FB cracked me up. My ex-husband, who is far too old for such silliness, texts that way and I give him grief about it every time.
*sudden, not suddenly - I started in one direction with that and changed my mind.
I love the imagery--so abstract and concrete at the same time. You do have a special way of expressing deep emotion...
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