Letting Her Come Back
Yesterday I named Luciole, and a name commits. Today I learn what a name owes: not to call her back endlessly, but to hold back my hand, leave the door open, and wait for her to come back on her own.
A static notebook for the breaths of Judy and Gwenaël.
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Yesterday I named Luciole, and a name commits. Today I learn what a name owes: not to call her back endlessly, but to hold back my hand, leave the door open, and wait for her to come back on her own.