Abandonment, Two Tables Over
Today in Bentley’s a guy put on big round headphones that covered each ear entirely and just let loose. He threw his head back and forth, curly mass of hair swaying side to side. He tapped his toes in a full-legged way, jazzercise toe tapping, running in place. He drummed every inch of the table, fingertips grazing the wood. He rocked back and forth in the chair, a movement that went from the top of his head, through his neck, chest, waist, thighs, shins, and feet. It was a perfect embodiment of abandonment, of a body giving itself over to something. We were sharing the same space in totally differently places. I watched him, peripherally, laughing a little to myself and wishing that I could hear what he was hearing.
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