Paresis – V. Quotidian
-Under the moonlight-spilling into the room through thin curtains-under the thin brown blanket, under the white sheets, the body breathes heavily. There is no twitching of the hand, of the fingers, no strain on the muscle to hold the arm’s bone. There is a movement, not readily visible, not disturbing. A quick vibration, lifting but not opening, the eyelids. There is a silence, unquieted, only momentarily, with each quick exhalation after a long stream of breath, inhaled, swallowed, consumed. Silence, in the dark hour. The moonlight trapped behind the clouds of dusk. The room, quiet, still, empty, but for the […]