10/6/13

Hearing Voices:

Tonight coming back from Brooklyn, I asked the driver to go back over the bridge. He was nice about it but asked several times to make sure that yes, I wanted to drive back over it and then back again. I hope it didn't seem disrespectful.  I can't afford to be taking taxi's. I listened to a song a friend of mine wrote that kind of hurts to listen to, so I don't.  When I went to a brain doctor once, she said to lean into bad feelings, prepare for them like an oncoming cold. It wasn't until the third time across that I got the toughest words to hear lined up with the smoothest, starriest part of the ride.

Les tells me she is learning that you don't keep escalating. That you hit a high point and roll back again. She is learning this from cancer patients, elders.

Any moment could be it. The moment you start to recede.

I hope it happens while I am brushing my teeth. Looking in the mirror and thinking about the Truman Show.

Death to Apathy, New York City, October, 2013


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