Letting go:
As a child, I saw a chicken get its head chopped off and its body slip out of my Uncle's hand. That chicken ran headless, down a deep slope and into the swimming pool. Blood everywhere.
My Uncle's hand let go. Letting go is hard to do.
A pool of liquor awaits me.
from All Drinking Aside, Rough Draft, Chapter 28
beautiful. heavy. sad.
ReplyDeletemy father would take us to the pig slaughterhouse on Sunday mornings - free entertainment for the kids! keeps me from pork.