Once, a world where animals, all animals
were wild, Then eventually the concept of “pet.”
I’d guess, said Jen, the line between those two occurs
at approximately the same time as the line between the forest or jungle and “lawn.” Sounds right. Especially if “approximately”
or “circa”: ways we engineer some wiggle-room
into otherwise inflexible demarcations. There are lines
like these that slice across the walkways of our lives
by the bajillion, invisibly. Who knows (any more than did
the fish that clambered onto land or, turning back
the land beast that reverted to a whale) when we’ve crossed some
evolutionary line? – it’s not like tripwire
setting off automatic confetti and horns, and yet
a line, by any definition, should be drawable enough.
Between the zygote and the next stage up. Between the side
of the girlie club with G-strings and the side with total nudity.
In her crazyass sex-up heyday Jen was a dancer.
Then eventually the concept of “wife”. For seven years
she worked at that: and still one night walked back out
to her earlier life where wide-eyed men with dollar tips lined up for her.
- Goldbarth, Albert, Everyday People : Linear