"i wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain from off the shaken bush. why will it not?"
15
there were things i wanted to say, consoling things, senseless things, so i crossed my fingers and hoped the phone would ring. but days and days later, nothing.
it took me some time to let go, when i did i let the receiver off the hook. on the same day i tried to read, but i fell asleep and let the book sink into the pillow.
it was the ringing of a phone that woke me up in the late, overcast morning. i felt bewildered and dreadfully tired, and for the rest of the day a warm weight of indescribable pest rested on my shoulders. i fought and tussled against it with violent effort, so when it was time for supper i could barely lift the cup to my lips.
