The Color of Time Page #2

"from those blank caverns

of namelessness we encase."

- Mom? I think my watch stopped.

- Your watch stopped.

Can you please stop repeating

what I'm saying?

Okay. Alright, honey. Okay.

"I breathe it still, that breeze.

"I breathe it still, that breeze.

"And not knowing how I know

for certain that it's that.

"Although I know it is.

"I don't know then that the place,

a mile from anywhere,

"and day, brilliant, sultry, balmy,

"is intensifying everything I feel."

Whoa. Stop. No. Don't do that.

Don't.

Stop it.

"Hm. I must be 12.

"She a little older, 13, 14."

- Where are you going?

- Where are you going?

I don't know.

It's so cold.

- Don't look.

- What?

Look away.

You don't want to see this.

Now that I've seen it,

it's gonna hurt worse.

Squeeze.

"I don't know then that the place,

"a mile from anywhere,

"and day, brilliant, sultry, balmy,

"is intensifying everything I feel."

"I breathe it still, that breeze.

"I breathe it still, that breeze.

"And not knowing

how I know for certain that it's that.

"Although it is, I know, exactly that."

Sarah?

Sarah?!

Here.

"I breathe it still, that breeze.

"Stay still. Stay still. Here.

"Stay still.

"Stay still here."

Irene!

Can you drive?

I have a couple of times with my dad.

I don't know.

You can.

Play with your hair.

Make 'em kiss you.

I love you.

"Stay. Still. Here.

"Stay."

"I knew something, surely.

I'd have had to.

"What I really knew, of course,

I'll never know again

"Beautiful memory, most precious

and most treacherous sister

"What temples must we build for you?

"And even then,

how belatedly you open to us

"Even then, with what exuberance

you cross us."

"It was cold,

"but not enough to catch

or clear your breath.

"Uncertain clouds, unemphatic light.

"All that held now was that violated,

looted country,

"the fraying fringes of the town,

"those gutted hills, hills by rote,

"hills by permission,

"great, naked wastes of wrack and spill,

"vivid and disconsolate,

"like genitalia shaved

and disinfected for an operation."

They're Japanese.

You get 40 miles to a gallon.

- No way.

- Yeah way.

- BS. They're lying.

- They're not lying.

- They are lying.

- I'm thinking of buying one.

You're a traitor, then.

Are you from Detroit or not?

You get eight miles

a gallon in your Galaxy.

That's right. That's how it starts.

- What do you mean how it starts?

- That's how the un-American thing starts.

You're unbelievable.

So, what, are you gonna buy a Gremlin?

- A Gremlin's not a bad little car.

- It's a piece of junk.

They're wide. You can put a submarine

sandwich all the way across sideways in it.

Do you live in Detroit, yes or no?

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