CLOSE WINDOW
The full moon opens a hole overhead, hovers. I am cut open with an arrow of air. Disturbed by this I start to run. I am running around in circles of different sizes. Which one will lead to where I want to go? My head is at the level of my mother’s hand. I press my cheek against her soft smooth hand, her “every soft thing.” Turbulent pleasure. She says, “A man will go home and tell his family how a little girl kissed his hand in the subway today.” That was around the time when I saw the movie Hara Kiri. The wooden sword went in with much difficulty.
Disturbances in the Ocean of Air
by Eléna Rivera
(2005)
Cover, Asphalt Lines II, by Russell Switzer
