So I tried to live straight, tried to walk that narrow line. I clenched my jaw and my buttocks and pushed away all questions and the not-knowing that threatened to cross my tightrope path.
They told me to walk this way, and keep walking. But when I looked down and saw that the way that I had been following had cut off like the end of a movie reel, film flapping freely as it circles and circles and circles, they didn't have much to say.
Not much that was new, anyway.
What now, I pleaded. My narrow way has left off, and the world is howling wild around me. Can't you see my bleeding places?
No, they said. You are not bleeding at all . . . .
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