A Love Supreme: The Life of a Pre-Divorcee3/13/2012
It's an odd quiet. The life of a pre-divorcee, that is. From the strangled sobs bouncing off t...
It's an odd quiet. The life of a pre-divorcee, that is. From the strangled sobs bouncing off the bathroom tiles to the way A Love Supreme echoes against hardwood floors and lands on the softness of a slate blue sofa, the quietness isn't really quietness at all. It's the chaotic stillness of a woman who no longer knows what to do with her hands. What to do with love that withered like basil on a windowsill. It is the sizzle of polenta in a skillet after work on a Wednesday instead of the gurgle of a coffeemaker to keep a lover awake.
Quiet is relative. No matter television volume, the chirps and blips of gadgets or the purr of an engine. Quiet is in the heart. It is the dropping of pronouns. No longer we or us. Quiet makes the questions boomerang. Makes them roll off the skin like oil.
It's an odd quiet. The life of a pre-divorcee who is more afraid of the darkness than she is of the quiet. It is the sound of hammers hanging drapes and the rearranging of furniture. It is the reaching out. To an ex. To an old friend. To a father. To the world bit by bit. It is the ability to make plans that extended past each work day and beyond the hours between employment and sleep.
Quiet is relative. No matter the echoes, the emptiness of a domestic life being rebuilt, or the single dinners. Quiet is in the heart. It is the return of pronouns. Now I and me. Quiet makes the questions boomerang. Makes them roll off the skin like oil.
Athena Dixon is co-founder/prose editor of Specter Literary Magazine, poetry editor of The Reprint, and a managing editor for Z-Composition. Her work has appeared both online and print and is forthcoming in several journals. She writes, edits, and resides in NE Ohio.