[excerpt] slicing through the ether, yeah, she's gleaming like mother of pearl
“She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the light bulbs.”
- J.D. Salinger
It’s one of dozens that pass between them, a communication system constant and nearly incomprehensible unless you pay close attention. It’s a language well-developed, seamless, all of its movements, glances, and silences speaking of their history. We had that once, Jayma and me. For that last summer before the war broke, we too spoke in touch, in quiet. Living in what felt like a dream.
Now, our glances cross paths in the violence brought out by misunderstanding. My life went on without hers, hers without mine, and nothing aligns. She hadn’t forgiven me for making her leave, hasn’t forgiven me for just recently learning what came to pass between me and Dustin, me and Danielle; the way I see it, there’s nothing to forgive. And so, we have no language.
- J.D. Salinger
It’s one of dozens that pass between them, a communication system constant and nearly incomprehensible unless you pay close attention. It’s a language well-developed, seamless, all of its movements, glances, and silences speaking of their history. We had that once, Jayma and me. For that last summer before the war broke, we too spoke in touch, in quiet. Living in what felt like a dream.
Now, our glances cross paths in the violence brought out by misunderstanding. My life went on without hers, hers without mine, and nothing aligns. She hadn’t forgiven me for making her leave, hasn’t forgiven me for just recently learning what came to pass between me and Dustin, me and Danielle; the way I see it, there’s nothing to forgive. And so, we have no language.