Got a nice [INAUDIBLE] OK, this isn't funny.
[LAUGHTER]
Um, it's called "14."
"It must have been summer because I was alone
in the house and the light through the tall windows
was like a swarm of bees.
I wanted to take off the lid of my skull like a hat,
but it wouldn't come loose.
So I stripped off my clothes in the big parlor.
Beethoven's Ninth was on the radio.
I didn't even know such music existed.
The last movement.
That ecstasy, the composer must have known
was not in the service of God.
And because I couldn't dance to it
except in a kid's goofy imitation
of ballet something like my spirit
floated right out of my skin.
Light pushed me this way and that.
I felt like the ocean must feel in a storm.
How that teenager must have felt when the big swan entered
her and brought her something like bliss and something
like a horror of a future just like this moment.
But going on, and going on, and on.
When I return to it, I'm always outside looking in through one
of those huge windows.
And I'm seeing this boy so confused by being 14.
He's given up his body and become limitless.
And as I am always older and seeing him
from the cool light of the North thinking
he's nuts in my envy of him."