In Finnish, “onni” means “luck”.<\/p>\n
I think of them in metaphor. Black doves, shape changers, the old stories of Prometheus. I lick my writing from the taste of their skin, my words from the twists in their gestures. By the woods of our correspondence, a river flows. From the shape of their hands, I can place every single one against my fingers, the places I truly call home, and leaf through our fingertips touching. Encapsulated interaction, catalogued small details that I can carry later. Preferences. Coffee, cigarettes, tea.<\/p>\n
“Here.”
\n“What’s this?”
\n“That’s a hundred dollars to cover a taxi to get you into town and back.”
\n“What? That’s too much. I can’t take that. You know most men give flowers or chocolate or, like, earrings.”
\n“Well, I’m giving you money.”
\n“You tawdry American. You’re just buying off the guilt of leaving me.”
\n“If I give you another hundred, will you just get the abortion and promise never to talk to me again?”
\n“It only costs fifty here in Canada, but I’ll take the other fifty as a promise never to send you bronzed booties. Is that what they’re called? Those little knitted baby shoes?”
\n“Yes.”<\/p>\n
They are the second generation warfare of my inspiration, prodigies, a reason to ‘take my shoes off and throw them in the lake’, the impetus I require to create, to claim the word artist as my own. Without these black and ivory dreamers, I have no focus, no lens to collect light into fire. That high holy spark. The currency of competition. Engendering wonder by twisting the world into a better configuration. The etymology of the word awesome, a sacred dread mixed with veneration, an education in love.<\/p>\n
In Japanese, “oni” means “demon”.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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