11-1-02 - 12 45 am for jamie: i wanted to, in the past, stand outside on my driveway and throw a glass bottle straight up into the air, just to watch it sail down and meet the ground and shatter. i wanted to see it explode. i never thought about the pieces left behind. i never wondered if a shard would fly away and strike me. i think about those things now. about the glass rebounding against the back of my hand. a thin cut with thick blood. but to see the sun inside the bottle reflecting around, prisming on the arc and melting into the impact, flowing out in tiny bits of glass, it seems worth it. previous - next