Back Bedroom
Wednesday, May 13th, 2009
Sometimes, this happens. I almost gave up on this piece. I spent an afternoon writing it. I sent it to a friend for editing when I thought I’d come too close to it (thank you, Jenni). But here it is, a mercy posting. Whittled down to its essence, the most beautiful words here and the others dicarded, so that what I meant to say is more evident – and relevant. Good. Now I can move on to something else.
In the back bedroom, I cleared some space on a desk for my things. I set some private papers written in lawyer language there, my keys, my wallet and filled the drawers with cash and some writing that I’d composed on loose pages a year ago. This is my confidant now. The place where I have absolute faith – this room with the desk and its tall mirror. The subtle hint by its interior designer must be introspection. On every wall, a mirror shows me back to myself and my life in legal records. (more…)
