So I am going to be moving on to fiction. Leaving the certainty of truth behind me. Here now is the last true post. Cutting the line, letting the truth of it wriggle free, the people in my life kick up and flash away like fish. I throw them back. I forgo them.
I stand at the bridge with my slack line and my heart still chasing like Hemmingway's old man, for the bones of something that has already been taken.
And all the truth that I am left with?
In a fair fight I will never win. Down rods.
Pack up bait. Walk away with the endless gnawing hunger eating at my belly.
In a fair fight I will never win.