#the listner

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The Listener

She could see shapes in the distance and outlines of objects, smell rusted snow on metal, taste the cold air, but when she listened she was awakened to all that had been suppressed: blood-red suicide of a deer against the lights of a car; black-welt back of the stillborn runt; hungry cry of someone she had kissed; dark blue madness of longing, pale sigh of resignation. She listened to truck and tractor engines. Sleigh runners squeaking in the snow, wind in the woods, geese near the sea, crows picking the fields clean. She listened with such passion as if listening were a grieving for not seeing. Until even desire itself became a kind of sorrow.

Jill Bialosky