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Meryl Jean Kremer

August 17, 2017

A Confession

 

Sometimes I think I could have been happy,

had I been born in the kind of town where

no one ever leaves.

Somewhere with an excess of open space and

a collection of creative ways to

kill time.

 

I like to imagine lying on a wide, wooden porch at night.

In the stillness,

I’d indulge some vice

like smoking,

or drinking,

or lovemaking,

all the while thinking

of absolutely nothing.

 

I get why people join cults,

and drop out,

and make mistakes

more than twice.

 

Deep down,

I worry that I’d choose

the blue pill,

and sleep soundly while

Zion

died.

 

 

Beginnings

 

I know what you’re thinking.

In your electric pause

I silently coax the moment,

aching to inspire faith.

Be bold,

willing to risk transparency, intimidated--

no,

intoxicated

by possibility

and devoured by avidity.

Succumb to the sway of movement;

I insist on your recklessness.

Cascade forward;

at the summit of your vulnerability,

I will receive you

and melt.

 

 

The Quest

 

I search ceaselessly for the perfect spot.

The perfect chair,

the perfect room,

the perfect space--

where my mind and body could sit in harmony

for any substantial period of time

without distracting one another.

In such a place,

I would surely write novels, start to finish.

 

As it is,

I’m plagued by inadequate atmosphere.

Chairs that are exorbitantly rigid or

exceptionally agreeable,

all prove uniquely unfit for getting any real writing done.

 

Windows,

being far too revealing,

are altogether too persuasive,

and I find myself forfeiting my vicinity to indulge in what lies beyond the glass.

 

Uninterrupted walls, too,

are equally dangerous,

as they feel prohibitively sheltering

and eventually become abrasive to my spirit.

 

Although I am naturally drawn

to dim lighting, this too,

is misguided.

I enter

and always find that

in such muted spaces,

I too easily venture from the solidity of the page

into my own fantasies,

and risk appearing altogether off-center.

 

Yet if, knowing this,

I strive for the opposite;

for luminosity that burns intensely and inescapably

upon glossy tabletops,

I am once again led astray.

In the burning fervor of shape and color I’m destined to remain too present,

too substantial,

acutely aware of the weight of my legs in the chair

and the scuffs on the table

and the effervescing sound of conversations that do not include me.

 

Presently,

I do my best writing en route to these destinations,

when my pen is safely out of reach.

While my body is consumed with the effortlessness of movement,

my mind is allowed to wander the street at its own pace,

like a dog following scents,

pausing to pursue all the novelties in the path.

It is then that I am bound to write novels that will never touch the sanctuary of pages. 

 

 

For the Record

 

I miss

the mixtape.

Not the object but the

practice of mixing it,

which demands devotion to matters of

flow and sentiment

and makes everyone involved

very musically

self-conscious.

In thirteen songs

I want to say that I like you,

and I know you,

and I’m different, I can prove it—

just listen to the way that this next song

insists it.

As you make it to the end,

be sure to take notice,

and I swear that

the last note of this last track

will put the whole thing

in focus.

 

 

 

About the author: "I’m a writer and illustrator currently living in Winooski, VT. I have a Bachelors degree in Comparative Religion from Franklin & Marshall college and a Masters degree in Literary Reportage from the Arthur L. Carter Journalism School at New York University. I moved to Vermont a year ago this Summer, compelled by the certainty that life’s too short to live somewhere that you don’t love. I’m crazy about Burlington and currently work at New Breed Marketing."

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