RETURN TRIP

Checking.  Checking another box.  The box next to vacation.  The vacation that was ending.  Driving through the time and space between vacation and routine.  Back to it.  Turning around the corner of the mountain revealed back to it.  One hand on the wheel the other as far from the magnetic pull as possible got stiffer with discomfort until adjusting as much as adjustment was feasible.  


Fessing up was divided into quantified statements.  She read a poem to him in the car on the way back until nausea led to silence for a period interrupted by sounds of emptying.


Checking.  Checking another box.  The box next to ill.  They both of them couldn't think of the word.  It was not on the tip of the tongue.  More like the back.  Back to it.  Back of the part of the throat where it all backed up back to it.  Turning around the corner of the stomach the mind the stomach revealed back to it.  One thought on the next day the other as far from the magnetic pull as possible got stiffer with discomfort until adjusting as much as adjustment was feasible.  Not very feasible.


Emptying was divided up into smaller and smaller fragments.  Tangled limbs cloths absorbing mostly absorbing spots left to vanish mostly vanish left to smolder in the light.




- Max Stoltenberg