We are just sleeping together.
This is just until the next best thing comes along.
I love the feel of your skin.
But it’s the loudest thing I have ever heard.
It makes me feel.
I’m not ready for a relationship.
That’s funny, he says, I was just thinking this is the best one I’ve ever been in. This non-relationship stuff is cool.
Which puts us in a relationship.
It might as well be a cage, for me.
Of course, now I have to leave.
Always the end.
I find I sometimes struggle to get connected to the message of Remembrance Day with my busy life and pampered every day existence. So every year I close my eyes and imagine what it would feel like to watch my oldest son walk into the face of a war, his still little boy face visible, his emerging bravado trying to anticipate what is to come with no context except the wrestling matches he has had with his younger brother. An ill fitting uniform on his lanky frame that still requires many more years to fill it in. I visualize this in my mind coupled with the uncertainty of his fate and the enormity of the sacrifice is swift and crushing.
Remembrance hardly seems to be enough and yet it is the gift we’ve all been given.
We wage war on our bodies as if we have done something wrong by being beautiful