Capturing Silence
I caught silence once.
I put her in an old marmalade jar.
Then I sat on a stool
and stared at her for a very long time—
hours, maybe, or minutes.
She was naked
and had her back to me.
My desire for her was pure
and I stared.
Then I got up
and tried to get her out of the jar
to hold her in my hand.
I touched the glass
and found that it was white hot.
I ignored the pain though,
and snatched her out of the now-melting jar.
But then she immediately imploded
in my fingers.
Then I realized that I’d only stared at her
for a matter of seconds
and I wept bitterly.