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Sipping Water While Drowning
You let me slip through your fingers... I am water, I know that, but you did not even make an effort to join your hands together, to hold me for a bit. I feel…hm... I feel… I lost that feeling actually. Humans have clocks… humans can’t be asked to love and love and love, and… get nothing in return. What I remember:
It was a sunny day.
You entered your car.
You were in the driver’s seat.
You did not start driving but checked for something.
“Do you need your keys?” I asked.
You jingled them in front of my eyes.
“Then…?”
“Are you in a hurry?”
“Aren’t you?”
You did not say a word. You put your hands on that steering wheel, holding it as if you did not want to lose that, and not me. I saw how your face was transforming, but I did not want to say a word either. I followed in the footsteps of your silence. And then:
You kissed me.
Our bodies were morphing into one. After which:
You pulled hard that steering wheel. I heard a clunk. The car started to go down and down and down. We were drowning. You laughed. I asked:
“Why did you do that?”
“I can’t let you go.”
“But we both agreed to separate.”
“I need to feel your water: all around and inside of me.”
A fish stopped by my car window. It tapped on it gently. I looked at you. You were gone. I knew I was sinking, yet the water was so velvety and caring, then I finally let you go.
About the Author: Catalina Florina Florescu is a Romanian born, American scholar with a PhD in Comparative Literature conferred by Purdue University, who is the author of 12 books and who teaches at Pace University and at Stevens Institute. http://www.catalinaflorescu.com/
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