Flashbulb
Did it mean something when you leant on my thigh?
Under the table as we posed for a picture
I went liquid inside
I should have reached over and covered your fingers
Squeezing them gently
Requesting they linger.
The briefest of contact: No more than it takes
For a flashbulb to fade
To unmask the fake
Under the table as we posed for a picture
I went liquid inside
I should have reached over and covered your fingers
Squeezing them gently
Requesting they linger.
The briefest of contact: No more than it takes
For a flashbulb to fade
To unmask the fake
posted by Ultra Toast Mosha God at 6:55 AM
1 Comments:
This is brilliant as well, and reminds me of the last narrative piece with the opportunity and hesitation and questioning of decision (or lack thereof).
I particularly like the last line, because it leaves the situation ambigious. Is the narrator the fake? Or did he discover the answer to his question?
It's also interesting because the touch meant something to the narrator, but there is a hesitation that needs mutual confirmation. And the second stanza is an "ought" that is ripe with regret.
These last two remind me of a line from a Queens of the Stone Age song that I've always liked: "I want a new mistake / that loses more than hesitates"
It also reminds me of Nietzsche, with his statement that it is better to be robbed that to live in fear of theft.
Easy answers, but tough decisions!
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