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Projection
My films are old. Old,
worn out light. All night
I put them in
in the dark dusty center.
Instinctively I hit play.
I don't know where it is,
my eyes which are just folds
move towards the beam like snails.
My cat is young again.
He dashes at me
as at the very best in life.
I play with him in bed.
I laugh. I wrestle.
I jiggle that fatty layer on his sides
and he tries to bite me.
He's soft under my nose, writhing.
I don't remember this part until
I see it. A few seconds of stillness,
and he jumps up
on the other side of the bed
like the little monster that he is,
that I know he is.
We wrestle.
I make biting sounds back.
My heart is racing from the joy. See?
I can still feel joy, I thought.
I can still fall in love, I ventured.
I want this to be true
Today I am happy to have this tiny bit of air to walk on.
Many people experience a high from physical exertion
so that the body too, when collapsed, is like a child’s playground
inside the smock of the city’s factories and dark-
stained sidewalks. But here only can the mind nestle
after it has followed the trail of ants back to their ancestral home
and peered in. A world of glass awaits
any tiny motion from your breath
to break it or to carry it along. Isn’t it a relief then,
with the roads thus clogged, that a dream still exists
and that it had you so good? That you
in your disarmament could give way to your own
selfishness in the extreme, where it was just you
and the mess you made?
Jimmy Lo lives and writes in Atlanta. He’s the author of The Sea is White and A Reduction published by Little Red Leaves Textile Series. You can find him online at jimmylorunning.com