Letter Composed During A Lull In The Fighting (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
The Abhorrence of CoincidenceLook, out therethat goddamn lame horsekicks up just the most recent ofthe newly dusted snow, which forms into a pattern,a small ellipsis underneaththe lightning-split dogwood treeyou tried to mendwith wood glue, bandages,and a spool of rusty bailing wire, the end result of whichwas nothing more than a dead treeadorned with the trappingsof some god-awful human injury. You are out back by the barn now,hammering nails intoeighty dollars’ worth of shoesfor that damn horseyou said we shouldn’t kill, and I tap my finger on the window,and see myself mirrored inthe nails you drove already,and in the manner of the impertinent roanwho ran in circles in the snowthis afternoon and madethe dirt turn up, who turnedthe snow a little brown, the oneyou always lectured me aboutnever trying to ride. I remember when we hadno horse, no pasturein which it could trample earthinto a name, or if not a namesomething that would instigatemy thinking on the timeI said your name over and over againas if it might be madeinto a kind of destiny,a destiny of saying, and beingsaid, and by me, as ifa pale ellipsis could of its own accordresist its being coveredby a lame horse turning upthe dirt a little more, and so I write your name nowin the breath I’ve left againstthe glass, the need for tappinggone, the surprise long passedfrom your saying in the nightnot names but something else,not destiny but, Hell, if I was anywhere but here I’d be just as much in love with someone else, and so I breathe againand cover upyour name,for I am not anywhere,and I am not else.
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