# 5

This is the year of sweat and tears. Sweat and tears. Sweat and tears. This is the year of sweat. This is the year of spontaneous combustion. Wet fire. A wet and weeping, unrestrained combustion beyond will or reason. Heat and light are the products of combustion. Heat and light and sweat and tears.

This is the year of forgetfulness, of a woozy feeling crossing streets or stepping down from curbs.

This is the year of an old and complex grieving which extends far beyond the meaning of only my life. This is the year of a cellular sorrow the size of the earth. This is the year of the body’s truth beyond reason’s grip.

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