Thursday, August 20, 2009

Your path

You had an uncanny ability to see the worst, quickly. No judgment, you were just fluent in the language of evil. An interpreter's gift. You spoke it with ease and detachment and indifference. But you did wash your hands when you were finished.

Put your hands there, you said. Obedience followed, but not well. Hands on the flame and the fire, the red and the orange. Black dots, bad ones, formed the outline of the deadliest triangle, a personalized Bermuda triangle where everything gets lost in a silent, swirling vortex whose origin no one can explain. Not even you.

And then you blithely ask for words to describe it. You talk about it like it's an ice cream flavor you're considering having for dessert, not a carnivorous natural disaster that's been eating its own way through this history.

You are very good at what you do.


Kevin Smith said...

I often think I know what the symbolism refers to in your posts, and then find myself thinking about it more and questioning if I'm even close. I know it's not your style to normally just dole out the answer, but can you offer a hint on this one to see if I'm on the right track?

Nicole said...

Kevin - best discussed over dinner with you and Stacy in October.