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Spinal Cord
She told me that she remembered when I was dead
But my eyes were bleeding too profusely too meet hers
She laughed and said that she had been watching me
That she knew me
I tried to act impressed
But, my God, it’s so difficult to act impressed
When you have seen everything –
More than everything:
When you have glimpsed at eternity.
So my broken jaw struggled against the downward force of existence
And her pretty face paled at my teeth,
Serrated and sharp, cutting my tongue with every word
Her ghostly body lurched aside suddenly, like the force of time had finally collided with her
And my shrill smile grew dark and bright simultaneously.
“You see only what you want to, love
“There is more to me than jagged edges.”
A gasp came from her white lips, a gasp of sudden pain
As her spine split unevenly in two.
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“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
--Louise Erdrich