Writing a book with my friend Vanessa, our first exercise was five minutes of automatic writing on this topic – What are you? This is my response:
I am watching the world and waiting for the point where I can jump on, like that round – d – bout on the schoolyard playground. I watch for a combination of space and slowness on the part of the world, and agility and oomph on my part.
I stand and watch and cry at what I see and laugh at the mistakes and mis-steps. And I watch and wait.
I need touch, someone, somewhere, somehow. Like I could die from it, from an absence of physical contact. Just like those moments when I noticed a body on me in some friendly casual way and recorded the thought “Oh, God, how I need more of this.”
I am seen as a whole mess of other things, but what I am is lonely, and missing the people in my life that are not here.
What are you?