Saturday, April 19, 2008

Today's writing

At the bookstore I don’t much look at the happy couples. They don’t interest me like the ones just come from dinner, fighting with doggy bags still in their hands. It’s those couples – the ones terse with tension, strained by the unspoken, hissing with rising steam – it’s them. I watch their fraying wires grow ever thinner, taut with tug o’war.

Their fights. Oh, their fights. Their glorious fights, the intimacy, the intricate complication that has brought them to argue in the Home and Garden section. They have sown this anger, they have watered it and tended it, clipped it, designing with sharp bladed edges. And I – sometimes I alone – am here to witness its bloom.

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