The Divine Farce (LeapLit)

by Michael S.A. Graziano

At the root of jealousy is a fear of abandonment, and we had no possibility of abandonment in that place.

I came to know hundreds of private constellations. Animals, buildings, words, faces—it was my obsession. The ability to lose myself in a vast mural of the imagination, and in that way to separate myself occasionally from the others, was necessary to my equilibrium.

I had helped to knock a hole in heaven. I had walked away from it much too eagerly, and now I felt more sad for it than for me.