May 13th 2008

Last night I disappeared. With a click and a wave of my hand I was gone. It felt like falling into the cold atlantic from the deck of some ship that didn’t want me. It was as though some shipmate had found me hiding in a barell- a stow away finally discovered and cast out. What could I do but walk the plank and dive right into that cold salt water?
So yes, I dove, and in diving I discovered a thousand things I wanted to do. I wanted to use my lungs in harmony with my vocal chords to produce the sounds reseverved for dark bedrooms. I wanted to touch my skin to yours again. I wanted to write on your walls. I found myself swimming instead, in water too clod for even the whales.
I disappeared last night. That must be why you can’t see me; I’m underwater.