Sometimes everything is okay. Sometimes there is a moment of – suspension, almost, as if the whole world has stopped breathing for a minute. Like today. And then I don’t have to reconcile the part of me who sings the ABC’s with seemingly neverending patience with the other half, the one standing on the 20th floor of some hotel somewhere, staring into the heart of a foreign city.


2 thoughts on “suspension

  1. Is that like trying to reconcile the part of me who sings Sesame street with my daughter all day, while the other half is trying to write mobster novels? I always see Grover as Godfather of sorts…

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