Beginnings revisited

If December was her month, then January belonged to me.

She had your traditions and your conclusion, your customs and your god. But the opened gate, the clock ticking forward – every time, the hands reached out for me. I would count your absence down, should auld acquaintance be forgot I’d say before an explosion across the sky that felt something like your hand on my thigh.

And I would think this time it will be different, this year, this me, this us. A baptism of beginnings would be held under the sea, with me brand new when I emerged. Loved, secure, swinging from branches that were made for my frame. I met you and each new year with my skin candied like toffee, my cells realigned, the salt tracks on my cheeks a better kind.

This time it will be different, this year, this me, this us.

Yes, January belonged to me. My landscape lit like a setting sun, and you in the glare when we kicked off the sheets. We glowed with resurrection as the night gave way. This is what happened every time.

But it lasted only until the stars went out. In the grey of morning the year came clean; it marched toward December all over again, and I was set back down where I began. For seven years not a single thing changed – when the layers came off, it was still my skin, still my tissue exposed underneath.

And you still tore at it blindly, still balled me up with the sheets when that first night was done.

This is what happened every time.

(To think that you were the man of faith – when I am the one who kept it).

Joanne Piechota photography at body, remember

Eidyia’s note: I wrote this exactly a year ago. Time takes you further from where you were, it becomes harder to remember. But you do still remember. Quietly. On certain days. At certain times. You still remember.

Published by Eidyia

I am only three things for sure - an Atheist, a Feminist, and a Writer - one who obsesses over the grand themes of love, memory and connection.

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