"Simple Anonymity" By Hyla M.

There are a hundred thousand things I don’t experience every day
    and there are a hundred thousand things that I do.
There are a hundred thousand things my mother and my father think about every day
    and there are a hundred thousand things that my mother and my father don’t.
My mother says her mind is scattering, scattering like light
and she has a hundred thousand lists and calendars to keep the scatter contained.
My father’s brain is an encyclopedia of facts and notes that sometimes all come spilling out at once
    and sometimes don’t come out at all.
My mind is a video camera, one of the old ones, with crackling film and focusless images
    and it records a hundred thousand things a day.
If I could, I would plant her a tree to hang her hundred thousand thoughts on
    and I would give him an infinite page to record his hundred thousand facts on.
But I am no gardener
    and I am no paper-maker.

Image Designed By Chloe Glass

Image Designed By Chloe Glass

I am a camera
    and I can watch
        and I can listen
            and I can appreciate the hundred thousand things a day that they think of
                and the hundred thousand things a day that they don’t.
The connection between a movie we watched together ten years before
    and the book he was reading this afternoon.
The rapidity of the weekend
    and the slow drag of the week.
The friendly anonymity of people whose dogs meet on the trail between here
and there.


Hyla M. is a writer from Vermont.

"I was raised in a house like a library, by parents who treated me like a third adult from a young age. It's because of them that I love words and stories as much as I do, and I suppose from the beginning I've always intended just to write something that would stay with a reader and provoke a thought or a memory or a feeling."
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