Dear dear,
I am drunk and I am happy and I am in love. Most of my writing should be this easy breathing. It should wet your lips as you say the words. It should remind you that I want to wet your lips.
But I get undrunk much of the time. I am not easy. Grief moves into wrinkles. An entire battalion of sadness rests in my armpit. I hear of fat artillery moving into my heart, the creaking of missing missiles perched on the valves.
I am a mess. There is so much to do. Tonight, I am reminded of this forever foray: my boss is telling me to come back to do much more, that I am away from the future, that I am still in the stuck, old system learning nothing, that it is important to be a physician, sure, but there is so much done that they do not do, that I can do, that I was doing. I drink more. I spill more. I am messier still.
I agree with him. Yes yes. There is much to do, I tell him. The drink is stiff and I am not. “I want to see the pyramids with her and lay in tall grass in Peru with her and I want to hold her hand in an art gallery where the pictures do not make any sense and I am convinced that there is no good art left and then I look at her again, her with the geography of love, her with the twirling of a dress or a skirt or jeans, her who pulls the world in her spin, and I am convinced that there is much to do, to become, to realize with her, the Art.”
He says what the fuck.
I say the same. I apologize that I am drunk. I am happy. I am in love.
In luscious longing,
Kacper
Undrunk. Brilliant.
Good shit. Enjoyed the hell out of it. Cheers
This is awesome. I like this style of writing I really need to try it.
this is love-ly
this is love-ly
Being in love is wonderful – or can be – and you are certainly right that there is SO much more to do in medicine than just tending the ill and filling out medical insurance forms. There are great docs who step up to other plates and serve greater needs. You can be one of them.
too kind! thank you.
Do not step lightly in the river of love. Swim and drown in it.
Loved this! Great writing.
As Rumi would say, ‘Do not step lightly in the river of love, drown in it.’
Loved this piece. Great writing!
thank you!