Wednesday, May 24, 2006
in parts
It ends with a fall. Before, things had shrugged off any rational progression. Like: his hair fell out early evening, brown lines mixing with garlic skins and tomato seeds on the cutting board where he chopped onions. In three days he had to rub a mixture of sunblock and aloe sap onto his bald head. A week later his hair grew back, white as milk, full as before. He assumed everyone thought he'd bought a wig, conceding, with the choice of color, at least, to an acknowledgment of decay. And: his mood improved, wildly, dramatically, contagiously. As his joints thickened with fluid and pain, thoughts of squandered potential and indecision shriveled up and died. Friends noticed, with some curiosity, a freshness of breath that hadn't been there before, and leaned in closer when he spoke.
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