Feet Steps

He didn't knock. Why would he knock? In a town so small, why would anybody knock?
The sunlight dried up all of the fear in the room and turned everything into an angel.
What IS that? He wondered before he knew. Of course he knew before he knew; his brain worked like everyone else's.
A pile of angles. A pile of angles with no straight lines. Skin with creases, giving in to gravity.
Giving into gravity.
The wind blew through the little old house like it always did, and she rocked a little in her chair. She had spent so much time in that chair that it had worn to her specifics, only now she did not appear specific at all.
She looked like matter. Matter with mass and no matter.
And no matter what was she going to get up from that chair.
Years had gone by in that room, every one absorbed by that little old house and by that little old body that had misplaced all of its air when it was younger and was now gawking up at him, smiling wryly.
Now a deflated toy, won from the circus, asking questions to which it knew the answer. Before it knew the answer.
He thought of her as a child. He had never known her innocence, her impeccable phrasing, her skin before she had given it to gravity.
He saw her with sparklers in both of her hands, bright lights grinning with gay fury while the world spun around her so fast, so fucking fast that she couldn't ever keep up, and she would fall down on this flat rock that only seems flat and hurtle through space some more all grins, all grins like the angels grin. All teeth like being loved again. All tears like she only knew them.
He picked up her hand and kissed the callouses. It was lighter than before, but it was so heavy.
Her feet looked as they should. Bloated, chock full of innumerable things that nobody understands, unable to hold any more footsteps. Or feet steps.
He sat for a while thinking. Watching.
She had told him once that time was irrelevant; Time is a mechanism for those who fear the end. Old people. She had said.
I'm not old people.
He remembered that she never really knew what day of the week it was even; she knew what time it was by when she was hungry.
"Now you are above time, my friend." He said out loud, his sounds full of hope.
"Now you are awe."
He stood up and paused a moment, feeling the pressure in his body restore, and walked out of the little old house.
The sun was fighting its way into the clouds, disintegrating into the earth.
It would be dinner time soon.