“
…and if I
never touch you, well then, we never die.
Listen, even lovers have still lives,
have whole months when they hang
together like moths on an unlit
light bulb, waiting for the bulb to light,
but if it never does then the moths
survive, meat should be allowed
to sit on the table forever
without being devoured by flies
and if that’s not possible, well
then we still have this picture,
the still life not of how it will be, but of how it was, for
the knife and the meat
and the flies, and for us on the night we
hesitated together.
From now on, love,
we will always be about to destroy
each other, always about to touch.
—STILL LIFE: AN ARGUMENT | EDWARD
HIRSCH
