Monday, February 21, 2011

Behold the Man, 2.

As we crossed the green bridge from Kuramae exit A7 back to Asakusa,
he broke the comfortable winter silence:

You know, if you ever got too sad &
decided to jump off this bridge
I'd go in after you and try
and swim you to safety.

You can't see it from here,
but there's a ladder there out of the water.
I saw it the other day as I was thinking about this,
crossing the bridge with you.

Wow, jeez.
-- what morbid chivalry --
-- do i look like a dying, distressed damsel? --
You sure think about this kind of thing a lot.

I have to.  
It's the gospel.

That the man should die for the woman if--
Well, it's not even a matter of if.
When. When it came to--

-- well aren't you sexist --
I'm not sure that's a gospel I've ever received.

I know.
That's why I need to tell you.
It's good for you to hear.

That's why I sit facing the door,
so if anyone came through it...
That's why I try to make sure that
and ask in every way if
you're okay.
If your ears are warm,
how's your cough,
your toenail,
you hungry?

Well then... aren't we all called?
To lay down our lives, one for the other?

Yes, in different ways.

Women through... childbirth?
--Seriously. Who do you think you are.--

He laughed.
Sure, I guess that's one way.

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