Thin Skinned
12 August to 5 September 2009
Desert Father
Saint Jerome lived alone in the wilderness except for the company of a
lion. He kept a crucifix, a skull, and a book, and beat his chest with
a rock.
Nocturne
My three year old daughter calls out at an ungodly hour of the morning
to let me know she needs a piss. Restless in the dark, she needs a hand.
Kneeling, I steady her on the potty, drop my head onto her shoulder and
listen to the stream. Only two doorways and a short passage separate me
from sleep, but navigating that familiar strait could take until dawn.
Thin Skinned
Pressed into being it becomes drawn, erased, restored and so on. Sometimes
worse for wear from scratching and scraping to get at it and make it go
away. Or the ghost must be coaxed into making a disappearance. Likewise
my skin is crawling and I want to fly away and see this done. It is so
persistent this thing, a nuisance that I cannot resist the urge to do
it over.
Peter Grziwotz
March 2009
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