Monkey

I am pierced through with pain. Did I not already have to overcome traces of the comedy? And now it’s the desert that is trampled underfoot. Anger grabs me. A monkey escapes upstairs and I recognize myself in his feverish flight. In an instant I tumble down from the balcony. What heights we had reached without effort! I slide all the way down. Sands, sands erase them. Once below, pain and impatience flood my heart. One cannot flee these fires. And you didn’t look for me. And you didn’t bend down to sound the abyss. And I tread alone the infinite sands. I miss you. Monkey, monkey, here I go coming back up, I want to find you again.

Love Itself in the Letterbox - Helene Cixious