Her heart was open, though you could have fooled me, falled me, I want to write. Did she fool anybody, everybody? Did she only knock me over or are there lots of you out there?
She told the world that her heart was open and I hesitated to sit in judgement on such an issue, stated with such naive alacrity. But was it merely a novelistic device?
Should she rather be hauled before the court on a charge of blasphemy? A misuse of the divine?
‘I live in the divine.’ She said it like somebody might say they’d like a cup of tea and oh yes could I have a biscuit – make that two biscuits.
Hesitation, as they say, is fatal.
What I didn’t say was:
‘Stop talking about yourself.’
I could never quite frame that injunction.
‘STOP!’
It was like being a passenger in a car driven by a drunk driving too fast, too wild but convinced he (she) is the world’s greatest driver.
‘STOP’
Eventually I jumped out and found myself bruised and muddied in the gutter.
May 102007