The Out of Sync Wife
My wife is out of sync. She got uncalibrated at some point. Her outside and inside move at different speeds now.
Her body is measured and slow. Operates in slow motion present because of the invisible weights on her ankles and wrists.
Her inside, though, is lighter than air. She runs, runs, runs. Always in a hurry to get to tomorrow, next week, next year.
Like a puppy that runs ahead and then comes back. “Let’s go. Let’s GO! What are you waiting for?”
She leaves behind a trail of blur in her wake. Makes me dizzy trying to figure where she really is.
I wrap my arms around her to contain all of her in that 5 foot frame. A firecracker going off in my embrace.
Too much squeezed into too tiny a space.
Paired Listening
From the Five Part Body Playlist
