The Wake - Fortnightly Magazine

Insecurity

February 15, 2006

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So you hear it –
Do it until you hear it!

He continued to band his head against
the trunk of a tree until he heard it, until
he heard nothing.

For her he clenched the tree’s base, awaiting the eyelet’s
satisfaction, no cries came. Then he hovered until the space

underneath his fingernails bled.
She couldn’t yell loud enough;
he couldn’t impulse hard enough.