I was Caught inside your yawn

 

There was this helpless deer that came running into the garden one day and I saw more or less the same thing again today. A 20 year old child behind one of those clear tarpaulins outside a shop on the main road in my small town. She was yawning and she was just sitting there on this cement bench that ran perpendicular to the pavement so you could see pajama trousers and feet dangling as if about to walk to the fridge or out into a garden. She'd gone with her parents in a warm car and was waiting for them outside the shop and she was still not ready to confront everything or didn't want to, and she was looking around in the most honest, natural way there is to look at things. Everyone remembers that child I thought. Every beggar, every housewife, every street cat, everyone remembers meeting her or being her, and when you turn back around the blackness of hell was upon you, and nothing made sense, and the child would be okay because she didn't have to answer to any of it