the plaster is still setting
July 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
she is caryatid. carrying herself, you, the doorframe. There is only a small darkness between her lower vertebrae and the wall but that is where her hand slides in order to hold her in place. Keeping her right there. Close enough that each deep breath presses hard enough on the chest to make it hurt. She knows the spot behind her knee that makes her collapse, but knows not to touch it. The side of her thigh gently taps the tendon beside it, saying yes, I’m still here.