(an excerpt from) Henry, on the 29th Day
“We will see each other again. We will hold each other so close that we will be one. We will close our eyes and be the trees and things that fly and the sun itself, moving through everything. We will be new again, smiling and laughing and crying.”
She places my hand next to the spot beneath her heart and I fall into her. I fall headfirst and entirely, slipping into drunkenness and dreams and the sounds of beating hearts and water and choirs. I am pulled into strange shapes. I see every color and feel every feeling and she is next to me, falling into herself at my side. We are circles and squares. We are shadows and lines. We are solids and voids. We hold hands because it’s the only thing that matters.