Gorgias |
I’m Tom Gorgias, or so I call myself. My friends call me something else, clearly, because damn Gorgias is hard to not pronounce as ‘gorgeous’ and my guy friends are all kinda like uncomfortable with saying that to other guys so there. I’m tom.gorgias@gmail.com. |
As often as it rises, it also sets. This is one of the things I know about the sun. I also know about the sun that it burns up itself and doing so creates light and heat. It is immensely big and sits squarely in the middle of our solar system.
A piece of light, because I do not know whether light is rays or particles, hits my head. I am lying on a grassy hill. Some kinds of grass are rhizomatic. They grow in breadth, in every direction. Most grass is just separate pieces of plant, clinging together with tiny roots, thin as hair. Ginger is rhizomatic.
My boyfriend is not coming here. A text message just said that. He’s too busy. His phone is in his pocket. He’s wearing jeans today. Most jeans are pieces of denim, sown together. There’s a brand that glues together its jeans.
I want to sleep, here, outside in the sun, but I can’t. I don’t know the reason. The sun with its light is making me drowsy, but something is keeping me from nodding off. The only thing I know about myself is my strands. A and C and G and T.
