Has something happened?

 

I think I survived.

 

Survival is stained glass. It changes all the time. Or, really, it’s more like a good double malt scotch. It sure is sweet drinking but it burns on the way down and leaves you wrecked in the morning. Or you don’t even remember it. I couldn’t stand that, not remembering. I’m glad I remember everything, even the--

 

Sometimes when I leaf through the hours from those months ago, I can’t see into the rooms. I don’t recognize my face. My nose is wrong, my eyes too wild, my hair is off color.

 

Maybe we’re supposed to leave things behind, especially painful things, but if I couldn’t remember, I think I would spend every minute like a tongue over a lost tooth, trying to make sense of the empty space. Emptiness has a presence, you know, it has weight to it.

 

When you tell a story, who deserves truth, and who deserves beauty?

 

Exactly.

 

I could sit here and tell you that it has been years like this, and I know I have been strangled and saved more times than I care to count, but when my words go through the garbage disposal that lies between my brain and my mouth I cannot promise that something isn't lost in rotation.

 

Truth is an empty room and everyone is yelling. Beauty is--

 

I survived.

 

Has something happened?

-Maya Sorini

© 2020 by RESILIENCE Dance Company, LLC

RESILIENCE Dance Company is a sponsored project of Fractured Atlas, a non-profit arts service organization. Contributions for the charitable purposes of RESILIENCE Dance Company must be made payable to “Fractured Atlas” only and are tax-deductible to the extent permitted by law.