I am new to heart attacks,

as I am to earthquakes, as I am all over again.


Overnight, someone’s mowed the rice field that lingered outside my apartment. I should have seen it coming after, just hours earlier, I let my bicycle go tumbling into a paddy near the school where I work. Passersby laughed, and so did I, taking my sunglasses off to show it. Crouching to tug the black metal heap from the ditch, a spider must’ve gotten me, because I wheeled away with a limp. I bought a sandwich, fixed the bike, and went riding into the heat. The desk was a sad place to be, as was Japan, at times, when it felt far off by itself. But I am getting used to
things, regardless. Not heart attacks. Not earthquakes. Certainly not death. I am getting little sleep, as the sun starts up early ( and I never remember the curtains).



1 Comment for this Entry

Natalie
Oh, that's sad on both accounts. Does it look empty outside your apartment window, and did you get muddy?

Well, Chris and I are both missing you. And jet lag hates us.
Friday, September 1, 2006 - 09:37 AM