Trivialities
The scene is not important. It never is. It is about taking the trash out on trash day; please do the ironing, so how did it go today? How was your day? It is the idle chatter in the darkness, sitting outside watching the stars, fireflies dancing once in a while; they fly up, fly down, spin a bit. Ashes fall from an orange flicker, then dies upon the ground.
It is the way all things go, one leads to another. A story here, a story there. The people, the victories, the girls, the failures, the girls, trade a few jokes, small chatter. There are chores to attend to.
It is about blood, how scarlet turns to dark in a pool formed by the cup of one's palms, how sin is characterised as bathing in scarlet, how sudden gashes once marred his face and how he used to have the scarlet hide another mark. They are all marks. It is about how the flowers brim in fertility, reaching for the sun and the water, meek little fighters; it is how the heart beats quicken quicken quicken beneath his touch. Urgency. Lazy days.
It is in the small things, it is in the rise and fall of ecstasy, one day is another day. Such is life.
The scene is not important. It never is. It is about taking the trash out on trash day; please do the ironing, so how did it go today? How was your day? It is the idle chatter in the darkness, sitting outside watching the stars, fireflies dancing once in a while; they fly up, fly down, spin a bit. Ashes fall from an orange flicker, then dies upon the ground.
It is the way all things go, one leads to another. A story here, a story there. The people, the victories, the girls, the failures, the girls, trade a few jokes, small chatter. There are chores to attend to.
It is about blood, how scarlet turns to dark in a pool formed by the cup of one's palms, how sin is characterised as bathing in scarlet, how sudden gashes once marred his face and how he used to have the scarlet hide another mark. They are all marks. It is about how the flowers brim in fertility, reaching for the sun and the water, meek little fighters; it is how the heart beats quicken quicken quicken beneath his touch. Urgency. Lazy days.
It is in the small things, it is in the rise and fall of ecstasy, one day is another day. Such is life.
