[“ ‘Come close, too close, get out!’ ” – Emily Skaja]
She and I have been performing a kind of dumb-show where we try to be intimate – emotionally, that is; physically, we began some time ago.
We pretend to care, and maybe we do care. We pretend to know each other “all the way down,” to show empathy. And maybe we have entered that rarefied state, too; there’s really no way of knowing.
Is it all fake? Is it the real thing? Is there a real thing? How long would it take us to … know the real thing? To know that the real thing IS the real thing?
We live with what we have.
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