By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: September 21, 2005

Sitting on the floor
I imagine you to be a injury mammal
Hearing your cries inside, high pitch communication that only you can hear
And it think it’s true that the universe could not be true
Unless both of us lived and breathing

You start crying
Silently
As a repeat lines from being and nothingness
Finally believe that Sartre has some use

We are friends I say
We are friends because I could break you
And you break me

And yet
Each time I see you
I give you something
I give you what is me
For you to play with
Knowing you could break it
But – hoping – I still give it to you

You begin to “play” with you tarot cards
And I type this poem
Thinking how far I am
From everything
From you
From these words

But not in a sad or tragic way
But in the way that great heroes
Believed their bullshit and believed it to be

The words come out only with the teasrs of another
There is no one crying right now
So I have nothing else to say.

I felt parental with her, but also as I reflect I felt held and taken care of. And the satisfaction of this utterly universal need was something I’m glad I received. While sitting on the train back home, I must admit I miss her presence. And I feel this is genuine, not just a sort of “need love”. Being with her was like being with a gentle, shy large mammal. There were times when It was like creating something, like baking a cake, moments where you are trying to be free.