Akilah Oliver
Fib #99

Walking early this cold morning when I could no longer bear this simple and sad gloom that laced my discontent, the sky as a grimace or some kind of anguish: similar to a woman's face: in this case, entirely arbitrary woman's: woman as a totalizing term: the essential grimace: a falling away from youth: a mirror cold recognition slight panic, tubercular temporal, the unconscious reaching for the breast, a reassurance: sexy this intimacy of gesture=a kind of holding one's own meaning. what if when it finally betrays me or I it I am unready to let go. the most ordinary happenings negotiate their own permanence: this I think I will remember when I am there in it now.