Exeunt

“She can never leave.”

Sounds like a good idea.

First, I allowed you to fall in love. Then I began taking away your privacy. Then I excavated your sexuality, bringing buried things to life. I’m getting more invasive every day. There seems no end to what I will confiscate and corral.

So now you’re serenely slip-sliding toward the crevasse. Because like me, gravity will have you.

I’m making a new life for you that’s uninhabitable without me. With me, you’re blessed. Without me, you’re trash. I don’t need to threaten you to make you stay… that would be like the air threatening to make you breathe.

Are you going to remember the day you felt it all slip away?

I hope you do.