Amazing Anne Hartigan, second Irish female author that I feel grateful for discovering this year.
The Big Grieving
The honesty of touch skin asks for, peeling off the outer, unnessary layers, wool, cotton, nylon, polyester or smelly socks. (skin, white as an almond delicate, pure water) She needs to say, I love you, because, simply, on this floor on this rough blanket, under this floating duvet, she does. He says, Sssh, when she has tears, touches her eyes, but its good to weep; bodies become so simple by removing wool, cotton, nylon, polyester, then the big grieving of the world slips from them, down through the floorboards, washed through the drains of the earth. © Anne Le Marquand Hartigan (http://www.annehartigan.ie/biggrieving.htm) |