Wednesday, November 09, 2005
I Can't Get a Date
"I Can't Get a Date"
By Hannah Silverman
I am tired tonight and yet so awake.
I realize I have needed other people's exhaustion to make me stop. Otherwise I keep going.
If you were the type to require rest, I would lay down beside you, my head on your shoulder, I might trace your clavicle with my finger. Or I would mimic your breath. It is deep and slow. Until my lungs can hold as much air as yours,you will lead this waltz, unknowing. It isn't easy for me, yours are much larger and I want to gasp for breath. But eventually I lose track of myself in the momentum.
And there is morning your hand on my thigh or lips on my breast and we are both again awake.