In the Far, Far FutureIf my memories appeared outside my head, they would look like a string of cut-out construction paper people, never-ending, accordion-style, array of colors, classic ones from the bulk package: reds, greens, blues, but also the white sheets that are really just computer paper. Some of the cut-out people would have long, long legs, spiraling all around like an orchid’s aerial roots. We could plant the little people next fall and raise them in the spring as our giant family, however, the adamant Aussie man giving his speech about successful couples said the best thing to do to save your future marriage is to first get older. This requires sunsets. I’d like to order one over every body of water. I’d like to add whales as well, the ones that hold their breath for 2 hours, so that when they burst through the water, we capture them at the exact moment the air fulfills them, and their entire bodies smile. Also add a tiny iceberg to the left. I will write time inside a construction paper card and gift it to you at Christmas, but this requires another year, and by then I will want to throw time into the fireplace, which we don’t have, the crackling yule log comes from YouTube, so I’ll chuck time into the television screen, watch it bounce of the glass, I’ll smash it into my winter boots, take your hand and go for a walk through the snow: I think it’s starting to flurry. |
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