Okay so here is little me taking a nice shower one morning. And you see I am really fascinated by my razor. It has not just “conditioning strips” but like mega huge gooey soap things on either side of the blades that smell like roses and tea. So anyways, the soap thingy got folded up and stuck in the blades. And me, brilliant genius that I am, I though I could skim my thumb along the blades and get the soap out. And it worked. Well, for a little while at least. And then, the sharpest most searing quickest pain shot to the base of my spine and then temporarily subsided. I looked at the blood, moving so fluidly, it was hard to imagine was blood at all, moved out of the the white lips freshly made by my razor and slipped over my thumb resting briefly to run through the crevices made by finger print and then conitinued to meet with my very wet wrist and fade away.

It hurt less when I squeezed it, so i did and then ran my thumb over a tile on the wall. The blood dillouted and ecame pinkish taking a way the shock of how bright it was initially as opposed to the dark blu-ish ooze that I was expecting. And I gave my thumb another tight squeeze and the nearly translucent flaps dripped out a bit more and I just watched the blood run, my thumb now mostly numb from the pain. It made me think that even though we briefly notice the small things in life and try to pay attention, we end up losing them all together. But we don’t feel guilty about it, it just flows and forget, and is eventually forgotten.

Like the blood. At first it was thwarted, for lack of a better adjective, and tried to run itself through the dry rivers of my finger print. But as the blood flowed more feely it just dripped and drizzed rigth on past and over. Quickyly and then melted into the the pale wet skin on my wrist until it became so dillouted it might as well have not been blood. Maybe at that point it wasnt.

Makes me think of a Tuck Everlasting quote. “How deep dos the ownership of land go?” I mean really when does omething lose enough of itself that it becomes something else? Is it really blood, cells, vitality? or is it just nothig, atoms all splitting apart, elements losing thier properties. Perhaps it doesnt belong to a name or genus at all.

love,

delia