A Subtle Indignity

Posted: March 18, 2011 by BrandonConley in BethanyC

I watch you weep from across the room.
Counting the tears as they tumble, one by one, down your cheek.
Good tear, bad tear.
Tears are simply catalysts for memories.
Bad memories bring you to tears
And good memories keep them flowing.
Good tear, bad tear.
They’re all gathering upon the fabric below, as if congregating for some communal offering.
And I can’t help but wonder about their intentions…

We martyrs, we struggle through life.
Sluggishly executing that which is thought to be irrelevant.
Formulating theories and equations…attempts to justify our existence
Through letters and numbers lacking color.
Lacking merit.
Innate behaviors, to us, seem alien.
Futile attempts to survive seem to extort themselves of depth.
But we do not cry.
No good tears or bad tears.
No offerings from the fabric of our shirts.
Maybe we’re wrong.

Our cheeks do not burn with theatrical self-involvement.
Our eyes never redden with the cold ignominy of defeat.
And if we are wrong,
I suppose we’ll keep running. Every step separating us from normalcy.

And if you’re wrong…
I suppose you’ll keep crying.
As if it can mold reality into something more bearable.
A smaller pill; sugar with a spoonful of medicine.

 

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