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Even Before Your Elbow Knocked Over the Glass

even before your elbow knocked over the glass First, there were the broken pieces. You said, don’t you think I know what I’m doing? To which I replied, don’t you feel most alone when we’re in this together? Under the eave, wasps are constructing a nest, gray paper out of spit, so much of the body is in their work. See how the legs move, bending and praying. You said, don’t you think I know when you’re trying to change the subject? I could make a building out of my despair. We could acquire a nice piece of land and sit on it. There are a thousand blades of grass, each one waiting to be claimed. As I always say, you said, if you commit one sin, then you commit them all. To which I said, how many absolutes do we have proof of? The sky has never looked bluer. What is the significance of that? It means I might walk out on you yet. What, you asked. Nothing, I said, I said nothing. What is there 78 to say anyway, except in the sunlight, I could see the glass fall even before your elbow knocked it over. This is always how it happens, certain ideas are never fully formed. This is some mess, you said. To which I said, there are lives that go on this way. Then we went down on our knees, and in that manner, we began. 79 ...