the winter anthology
Vol. 5
Sarah V. Schweig
pilgrim’s progress
Most days I stand in my cubicle taking my gloves on and off.
This is my job.
The only way to experience something is to first experience
nothing a long time.
So said the Zen master after I’d climbed the mountain
he built with his bare hands from waste.
I dated him once. I’ve dated everyone. Now, he kisses
my forehead instead of my lips.
Now he calls me My child instead of You cunt.
He’s made remarkable progress.
I say, You’ve made remarkable progress.
He says, You’ve made remarkable progress.
I say, No, you’ve made remarkable progress.
He says, NO, YOU’VE MADE REMARKABLE PROGRESS.