Thursday, October 29, 2015

A Clean Well-Lighted Place

"I am of those who like to stay late at the cafe," the older waiter said. "With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night."

I would like a clean, well-lighted place. I would like my heart to remember what it is to stand still. I would like this feeling of dread to stop stretching over me and enveloping me. It is pitch, it is fixed, it is here to stay. I don't want this. I need a light for the night.

1 comment:

A. K. Thomas said...

I know exactly how you feel.