The world is 80 days away from the 2016 Olympic games and the coverage is predictably bleak. The issues for Rio are mounting: Brazil’s political turmoil, the threat of the Zika virus, recent breaks in the ongoing doping scandal, sewage in the water, and perennial concerns on the benefits of hosing an Olympics. All of the issues beg the question: are the Olympics even worth it?
I haven’t taken the time to get to know you. I’ve distracted myself with minutia from the day we met. Early on, it was strictly out of curiosity. And at the time, you fascinated me, too. But as I got older, the spark of light or glint of sun on metal called to me more than the light in your eyes. As I got older, I put things between us, forgot how to take care of you, let you go hungry. It’s hard to turn away from these creature comforts. It’s hard to actually take care of yourself.
An excerpt of something I’ve been working on.
There weren’t that many people. There were more at the church than had seen him those last months in the hospital. There were more than he had seen in the last decade of his life— but there weren’t that many people. They stood on the steps of the church doing what all people do at a funeral. The ones he had isolated, frustrated, and wronged revised their memories, and their wounds and grudges became grief.