this was love

Yesterday she spent the day on the phone talking over her friends and wishing for the way things were to be the way things are.  She drank two beers at the corner slop and drove about three miles away from humanity, parking beside the corn fields that became more common the further away you got.  She ran into the field with her heels on and chased after the pecking birds that had been without adversity for years.  She felt above all like the corn stalks themselves — pecked away at, unmoving, at the mercy of powerful forces that were, for better or worse, totally unaware of the existence of such inconsequential lifeforms.  She stood there with her arms out, waiting.  The birds were all gone and the corn was still and she was still, too.  She let the corn forgive her for everything.

[Photo by this person.]