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Return of the Prodigals
Kurt Brown
ISBN: 1-884800-22-X |
THE READER Well I can’t stop reading, and night descends—stars flock above my head like confetti thrown up at a celebration, a marriage or a bar mitzvah, as I keep reading past midnight when the moon appears, big as a tumor, then rises even farther toward the zenith and turns benign shedding its frail happiness everywhere, but I keep reading into morning when the sun arrives, the moon’s alter-ego, wearing mist like one of those wispy nightgowns tied in the back, burning with health, even as I keep reading while nations rise and fall, blown this way and that by wind that howls through our hearts the way sea gales howl in chambers of desolate caves along the coast, and I’m still reading, well into afternoon as light’s memory fades and each thing is misplaced, fallen into night’s black pockets or simply effaced by the brain’s gummy eraser shredding itself against the world— I go on reading, reading even as the body keeps turning its soft pages in the dark, by the light of my own obsession, the beacon of my own hunger, as if my life depended on it. |
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