The Future
Always Finds Us Changed Misfortunes & blessings––they don’t
account for what happens anymore than the way Xuan
would never have hoped or feared if she’d been ready to understand. Birth is a
nothing less than a miracle. Loss so final. The parts
don’t add up. They don’t even belong in the same story problem existing in a
world where experience accumulates & vanishes like money. With nothing to
reconcile, the loyalty she was loyal to––that girl––she was married to her. Xuan knew
it without looking. Somehow she found her way to another who did not see what
life had written upon her. All she had to do was pierce her ears, rouge her
cheeks, pretend not to be indifferent to the worst & best that could
possibly happen––even if she couldn’t say what that is, even if she thought of
nothing else but the ferociousness of things so as to attempt to be prepared
when they show themselves re-arranged in the now. [Published
in The Ongoing Saga I Told My Daughter:
Expanded Edition. ©
2016 by Jim Cohn.] |
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