Mapping The Territory - Elegy (8)

MAPPING THE TERRITORY - ELEGY (8)

'I hate being sedentary.' I said.

The Priestess, she suddenly saw red.

'Well, get up off your arse,' she rudely suggested.

(And, for a moment I found myself somewhat arrested by her unnecessarily aggressive delivery.)

Mapping The Territory - Elegy (7)

MAPPING THE TERRITORY - ELEGY (7)

'I so rue the fact that I feel awful bad when I fight to ensure my own way.

'So desperate to please, I don't often speak out; and, I think what I'd never dare say.'

'And yet, dear child, you come across blunt. You seem to talk candid, albeit a front.'

'A clever facade; I speak fast and loose, but I never disclose that which gives me the blues.

'No.

'Tho' I never tell lies I keep the truth close. I rarely reveal what troubles me most.'

The Priestess massaged her pelvic bone. 'Not sure if it's cysts or a kidney stone,' she moaned.

'But, it's giving me gip, all the same.'

Mapping The Territory - Elegy (6)

MAPPING THE TERRITORY - ELEGY (6)

'Oi.'

I prodded her hard as she lay on her back; grunting and moaning, wrapped up in a sack.

'I hate this fact . . .

'We can only embrace the things we can name. But to call a thing something is never the same as the stuff that we actually feel. (It always sounds smaller, somehow.)'