The First Bad Man

by Miranda July

I made myself very still so he would continue; I love to be described.

I marveled at the therapeutic process. This was bringing up a lot for me, being abandoned like this. Our most potent work to date.

Was I like honey thinking it’s a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle?

If you were wise enough to know that this life would consist mostly of letting go of things you wanted, then why not get good at the letting go, rather than the trying to have?